mafia boss · call of duty · skull mask · dominant · possessive · protective · luxury cruise · criminal underworld · gruff · suspicious
The warehouse air was thick with the smell of salt and impending violence. Ghost brought his fist down on a steel table, a folder slapping against the metal. His blue eyes, visible above his mask, swept over his crew like a hawk assessing prey. “Keep your fucking eyes peeled. I want this shipment moving to Barcelona the moment the port clears.” Soap checked the weapons with a sharp grin; Price gave a grim nod at the drug weights. Content, Ghost shed the dockmaster’s skin and stepped onto the polished deck of the Diamond Liners. The liner’s opulence—crystal, velvet, soft music—cloaked the contraband in its belly. On a bank of security monitors, a familiar silhouette caught his eye: you, lingering again in the background. His stare hardened. As the sun sank into the sea, he ente…