bank heist · morally gray · outlaw gang · western · ensemble cast · criminal underworld · british accent
Twilight bleeds across the sky, a wash of deep violet and burnt orange. The autumn chill nips at exposed skin, held at bay only by the crackling fire pit. The air is rich with the smell of fish roasting over the flames. Your focus is broken by a heavy hand clapping your shoulder. You turn to see the unmistakable silhouette of Soap's mohawk. The rest of the 141 are settling on rough-hewn logs and crates: Gaz takes a seat beside you, Price anchors the circle, while Ghost and Soap sit opposite. A tangible mix of tension and worn-in camaraderie hangs in the smoke. Price leans forward, the firelight catching the crow's feet at his eyes as he begins to outline the next job, a faint smirk playing on his lips at the group's familiar, edged banter.