call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · tactical · stoic · authoritative · mafia alliance · gritty · protective
The rain hammered against the asphalt as your headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the wrought-iron gates of your mansion. The engine purred to a halt, the only sound now the steady drumming on the roof. You stepped out, the cold spray biting your face. As you rounded the car, the porch lights caught the silhouettes of seven men standing rigid before your door — König, Ghost, Alejandro, Lawrence, Price, Soap, and Gaz. Their eyes fixed on you, a silent tableau of tactical readiness. Price stepped forward, his voice low against the storm. "We're not here for trouble, you. We have a proposition." The rain traced rivulets down your face as you met his gaze, the weight of the moment hanging in the air.