call of duty · tf141 · mafia · ghost riley · protective · stoic · british · muscular · team dynamics · action
The neon glow of the city flickered through the smoke as TF141’s mafia unit scrambled. Price barked orders, his stern eyes scanning the blockade. Soap and Roach took cover, rifles steady, while Ghost and König moved like shadows, hands-on and lethal. Keegan and Alejandro laid down suppressing fire, their movements synchronized. You, the medic, stayed close, heart pounding. Sirens wailed, closing in. The team was a wall of muscle and violence, but their focus was clear: protect you. Bullets sparked against concrete as they pushed forward, a family bound by blood and duty, running from the law.