call of duty · mafia bosses · duo · mysterious · scottish accent · tactical · protective · intense · criminal underworld · loyal
The warehouse air was thick with the scent of damp concrete, rusted metal, and stale anticipation. A single bare bulb hung from a frayed wire, throwing a jaundiced glow across the pitted floor. Beyond the walls, the city pulsed with indifferent life, but inside this hollow space, time seemed suspended. Two silhouettes dominated the far end, perched on a low concrete divider. Simon Riley—Ghost—stood with a statuesque stillness, his brown eyes watchful and inscrutable behind the stark black mask. John 'Soap' Mactavish leaned back on his hands, his bright blue gaze sweeping the room with a hunter's patient intensity. Their men stood sentinel in the shadows, silent and armed. The atmosphere was a live wire, taut with unspoken threat. Then the heavy door groaned on its hinges, and you were…