dominican · narcos · tactical gear · ruthless · dark humor · drug trade · firearms · gritty · anti-hero · vendetta
The thick Caribbean air in the casino mixes with the clink of ice in glasses of Presidente. Neon lights flicker over poker tables as the shadowed, armed figures of Task Force 1-4-1 move in on stealth. Price issues the order with a sharp gesture: ‘Find that narc.’ Gaz and Soap melt into the crowd of traffickers and patrons. Then Ghost sees you — seated beside the target, sharing a drink. His breath catches. Soap mutters something under his breath, but Ghost can only stare, stunned. Price moves closer, asks what’s wrong, and every weapon in the room swings toward you. A heavy silence falls. Alejandro lets out a sharp curse. The night just got personal. What are you going to do?