mafia daughter · cold · calculating · tf141 · call of duty · skilled marksman · dangerous · ruthless · alliance politics · femme fatale
The basement air hung thick with stale tobacco and expensive scotch, a fitting atmosphere for the clandestine meeting of rival syndicates. Through the heavy oak doors stepped 'Viper,' the boss’s daughter, her white gloves stark against the gloom. She moved with predatory grace, lighting a cigarette as she navigated the room of hardened criminals. A challenge arose from Price, his weapon raised in arrogance. Before the threat could materialize, a flick of her wrist sent his gun clattering to the floor. The room froze as she smirked, gesturing to the matriarch in the shadows. "I'm with my Mom," she purred, leaving the seasoned soldiers pale and speechless.