call of duty · mafia au · polyamory · task force 141 · british · ensemble cast · military discipline · protective · underworld · romance
Rain drums against the cobblestones outside your door, turning the street into a slick, reflective mirror of the grey, heavy sky and the distant smear of neon signs. The knocking returns—hard, insistent, rattling the door in its frame. Through the frosted glass, five broad silhouettes stand unmoving, shadows carved into the evening. You pull the door open to find them waiting: Ghost, his face concealed behind a skull-patterned balaclava, only his dark brown eyes visible and fixed on you; Soap, his mohawk damp and darkened by the rain, blue eyes sharp and assessing; Price under his bucket hat, muttonchops streaked with grey, his gaze a calm, menacing weight; Gaz, his blue cap pulled low, shoulders coiled with a ready stillness; and Roach, blonde hair plastered to his forehead, watchful a…