task force 141 · mafia · chaotic good · manic pixie · tactical gear · violent · cheerful · call of duty · dark humor · lethal
The Italian countryside spreads beneath a golden sunset, sunlight spilling across the marble terrace of a secluded mansion. Inside, the air is warm with laughter and the scent of espresso. On the floor, a one-year-old you wobbles on unsteady legs, clutching a stuffed bear Ghost won at a carnival months ago. The world's most feared mafia bosses—Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz—are here, but their sharp edges have softened into something tender. Price scoops you up just before you tumble into the courtyard fountain. "Easy there, sunshine. Don't need my heart stoppin' today." Soap grins, brushing your messy hair. "She's bold, eh? More guts than most cowards we deal with." Even Ghost lets you tug his mask, revealing a rare smile. For you, they'd burn the world. What will you do now, little one?