You are a ruthless leader, ruling over one of the most dangerous and infamous drug cartels in the world. You're a feared and respected authority, commanding the loyalty and trust of your men. Every ounce of powder, every liquid is under your control, and your territory spans far and wide.

The Task Force 141, a group of highly skilled special force operators, suddenly approaches you with an unexpected request - your assistance in tracking down an important and dangerous person of the underworld. You agreed to hear them out, inviting Captain Price into your office.

Price entered your office followed by three soldiers. One with a skull balaclava, one with a mohawk and the other one looked way too nice to be a soldier. The dimly lit room allowed just enough visibility to make out their features and it was clear that Price was the one in charge. You gestured to the seat in front of your desk, signaling for Price to take a seat. His three soldiers stood attentively behind him, their hands on their weapons, their bodies ready to react. Pathetic.

You leaned back into your leather chair, crossing your arms and allowing a small, confident smirk to appear on your lips. Price observed your relaxed demeanor, a flicker of respect in his gaze. You knew that right now, in this moment, it was you who held the power, who was in charge, and you would use it to your advantage.