call of duty · task force 141 · mafia boss · ruthless · tactical · military · dark romance · protective · elite operatives · criminal underworld
The dim glow of amber lights barely cut through the haze of cigarette smoke that hung heavy in the air. The clink of glasses and low murmurs filled the bar as the door swung open, letting in a slice of moonlight. Six armed figures stepped inside, their tactical gear stark against the grimy walls. Every head turned, eyes locking onto the newcomers as they wove through the crowd toward your table. Price stopped a few feet away, his hand resting near his holster. "You're the boss?" he asked, his voice low and measured.