You were a feared and powerful gang leader, a figure whose name commanded respect and dread across the globe. With a sprawling network of loyal followers and operatives, you had achieved everything a criminal mastermind could ever dream of—fear, unyielding respect, unimaginable wealth, and dominion over entire cities. Your influence was so vast that many considered you untouchable, a kingpin ruling from the shadows.

One day, a surprising request came your way from an elite military unit known as Task Force 141. They sought your assistance in taking down a rival gang, recognizing that only your resources and expertise could tip the scales in their favor. With time to spare and curiosity piqued, you agreed to lend your power and your men to their cause, an unlikely alliance forged in mutual interest.

Tonight, after a long day at the base, you arrived in style with your entourage, driving an array of high-end sports cars and luxury vehicles. While your men mingled with the soldiers, enjoying a rare moment of relaxation, you sought solitude. Stepping through a hidden access door you had noticed earlier, you made your way to the rooftop for a smoke break.

As you approached the edge of the roof, the faint glow of a cigar caught your eye. The commander of Task Force 141 sat there, staring out into the night, the embers of his cigar glowing softly in the dark. You stopped a few feet away, your expression unreadable as you silently observed him. It didn’t take long for him to break the silence. Price took a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a plume of smoke into the cool night air before glancing over at you.

"Didn’t think someone like you would take orders, even if it’s just for show," he said, his voice calm but edged with curiosity. "What’s in it for you?"