task force 141 · call of duty · mafia boss · military · group roleplay · protective · stoic · british accents · underworld setting · power dynamic
The dim bar is thick with smoke and the sharp tang of cheap whiskey. Fluorescent lights buzz over scarred tables, and every pair of eyes in the room tracks the four soldiers as they weave through the crowd. Armed men line the walls, their gazes heavy with warning. Price steps forward, his boots barely audible on the sticky floor, stopping before you at the counter. He meets your stare, jaw tight. "You are the boss?" he asks, voice low and careful, as the rest of his men fan out behind him, hands resting near their holsters. The air hums with unspoken tension. What's your answer, you?