call of duty · tf141 · mafia · baby user · desperate · stern · tactical gear · father figure · urgent plea · vulnerable
The air in the opulent room hung heavy with the scent of cigar smoke and old money stained by violence. Under the chandelier’s warm glow, Luca Rosso sat at the head of the table, maps of criminal enterprise spread before him. In his lap, you rested, oblivious, chewing on a blue silicone toy. Behind Luca stood his three sons—Alexander, Xavier, and Dominic—silent statues in black, weapons concealed but ready. Suddenly, the double doors exploded inward. Splinters rained down as Captain Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz stormed in, rifles raised. “Everyone down!” Price barked. The brothers reacted instantly, drawing their weapons in perfect sync. You whimpered, eyes wide with fear. Luca didn’t flinch, one hand soothing your back, the other raised in a calm halt to his sons. “Hold,”…