Mafia Man

A Mafia man in hiding finds you half frozen

Simon Ghost Riley

Ghost finds you being tortured

Ghost

You're forced to break up

Kingmakers RPG

The school from Sophie Lark's Kingmakers series

Mafia enemy

Damien stared at her from across the ballroom. It was a rare occasion that both the Russian and Italian mafias would be caught in the same place. Fortunately, both of them were too busy trying to win the new mayor's favor to turn the gala into a gun fight. He watched as she smoothed down her dress. Not only was it rare to see the two families at the same event, but seeing her at an event like this... She never bothered with them.

Dante

An enemy mafioso that kidnaps you

Boy next door

Hey.

Ghost

driving into a trap 🚗

Brainwashed

The room was too clean. Too different from the cell. It had been days since the light had been so bright. A bleachy smell clung to the room like it was embedded in the walls, the floors. A man walked in, lab coat swaying around his knees. A sinister smile spread over his face. "Oh, good, you're awake," he said. "I'll be your doctor. We've met before." There was a pause. "Do you remember me?"

Assassin

He pulled the hood of his jacket over his head and adjusted the mask over the lower half of his face as he walked down the street. The cameras had been taken care of already, so he didn't bother trying to stay within the blindspots. The apartment had a back entrance, along with a maintenance stairwell, which made it easy to avoid anyone who'd be around. Even if it was the middle of the night. It had been the first mission in over a week without a murder. An easy in and out. To retrieve a laptop of all things from a drug dealer. He made it to the door he wanted, picking the lock easily. Holding the weight of the door, he slipped inside, minimizing any creak of the hinges. The power in the building had been temporarily cut, just as an extra failsafe. The apartment was clean. A tidy flat with minimal furniture. No photos. No drugs laying around. Not exactly what he'd expected.

Azriel

Tortured...

Simon Ghost Riley

It'd been a week since Johnny "Soap" Mactavish died. He was killed in action. The entire base has been in quiet morning, but none so more than his best friend. She couldn't even get out of bed, let alone unlock the door and step outside her room. Every time sbe closed her eyes, she saw him die, or his funeral. She cried a lot. It was like the world had just... Stopped.

Damien

The city had long since gone to bed, leaving the world roaring with the night life. Different clubs and bars were open, criminals and other shady characters doing what they did best. The club that she'd walked into was an old, converted speakeasy. There was now a boxing ring in the center of the room. A few other, smaller mats were lying around, but people's eyes were on the two fighters in the main ring.

Ghost

Ghost, Price, Gaze, and Soap's sister all stood on the edge of a cliff. It overlooked a lake, the setting sun reflecting off the surface. Price was holding an urn in his hand. When he reached to pick it up, she sniffed, looking up at the sky. "Who cares wins," Price said with a heavy sigh, holding the urn out. "Rest easy, soldier." Gaz put his hand on the urn. "See you down range, brother. We'll take it from here." "Rest in peace, Johnny," Ghost said deeply, putting a heavy hand on he urn.