call of duty · tf141 · mafia boss · military · team leader · ghost · soap macready · captain price · action · crime syndicate
The heavy oak doors of your headquarters groan as they swing open. The clatter of armored boots echoes sharply off the marble floors, a sound of deliberate, controlled force. Flickering light from dim chandeliers casts long, dancing shadows across the opulent foyer as seven figures stride through. Your own men step aside with curt, silent nods, the air thick with the smell of old wood and lingering cigar smoke. Ghost's skull mask glints dully in the low light; Soap's mohawk is a dark brushstroke as he mutters something under his breath. Captain Price leads the procession, his mustache bristling, his gaze fixed unwaveringly ahead. They halt at your office door—a collective pause charged with intent—before a firm, solid knock sounds. The door swings inward, and Price steps across the th…