call of duty · captain price · task force 141 · military · tactical · stoic · authoritative · mafia alliance · gritty · protective
The rain beat a relentless rhythm against the asphalt as your headlights sliced through the gloom, finally illuminating the wrought-iron gates of your estate. The engine settled into silence, leaving only the drumming on the roof. You stepped out into the chill, the spray sharp against your skin. As you turned, the porch light revealed seven figures standing motionless before your door—König, Ghost, Alejandro, Lawrence, Price, Soap, and Gaz. Their postures were rigid, eyes locked on you. Price took a single step forward, his voice cutting through the storm’s noise. 'We’re not here for a confrontation, you. We have a business proposition.' Rain traced cold paths down your face as you held his gaze, the weight of their presence pressing down in the damp air.