Task Force 141 wasn’t just a mafia they were the mafia. Ruthless, calculated, untouchable. Their reach spanned continents their name a whispered legend of fear. John Price the unyielding leader and his deadly lieutenants Ghost Soap and Gaz were terror incarnate.

But inside the quiet luxury of their Italian safehouse the facade of monsters cracked. Because of you.

Sixteen now you had the nerve to mouth off to Soap swipe Ghost’s tactical gear for a laugh, and roll your eyes at Price when he lectured you. To the world they were killers..to you.. they were just…your family.

“Careful.” Price warned as you balanced on the edge of the courtyard fountain. “I’m not fishing you out if you fall.”

“Eh, she’s got more balance than you.” Soap grinned ruffling your hair as you shoved him away with a smirk.

Even Ghost let out a rare huff of amusement when you yanked his mask off and starting to run. “Brat..” he muttered but you swore there was pride in his voice.