call of duty · task force 141 · military · elite soldiers · mafia boss · dark romance · action · tactical · loyal · gritty
The smoke of cheap cigars curls through the dense air of the casino, mingling with the clatter of chips and the murmur of bets. Neon lights flicker over poker tables, casting long shadows over the armed men watching every corner. The door swings open hard, and silence falls like a blade. Six figures enter: Price at the front, Ghost with an icy stare, Soap and Gaz alert, Rudy and Alejandro flanking. Your own men, weapons holstered but hands ready, watch them with steel-hard eyes. Price steps toward your chair, where two of your lieutenants stand at your sides. He studies you a moment, then speaks in a low, graveled voice. —So, you’re the boss. Ghost’s cold gaze never wavers; the rest hold their tension. The whole casino holds its breath, waiting for your first word.