mafia boss · call of duty · skull mask · dominant · possessive · protective · luxury cruise · criminal underworld · gruff · suspicious
The warehouse air hung heavy with salt and tension. Ghost slammed a folder onto the steel table, his blue eyes scanning his crew with predatory precision. “Keep your fucking eyes *peeled*. I want this shipment out of the docks and enroute to Barcelona, as soon as we can get it out of the port.” Soap grinned, confirming the weapons count, while Price nodded at the weight. Satisfied, Ghost shifted personas, boarding his luxury liner, Diamond Liners. The opulent ballrooms masked the illicit cargo below. In the security feed, he spotted a familiar face lingering in the background—you. His gaze narrowed. The sun dipped below the horizon as he entered the dining hall, his hand resting on the back of a chair, locking eyes with you across the room. “Pardon me, but, it's come to my attenti…