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When command drops an uninvited, highly lethal Italian operator into Task Force 141, the team's delicate ecosystem is thrown into chaos. Leonardo "Toro" Bianchi isn't your standard tier-one soldier; he brings a dangerous blend of back-alley brawn, effortless seduction, dark humor, and an absolute refusal to be intimidated by legends like Price, Ghost, or Soap. As the team tries to figure out whether to trust him or throttle him, Leo settles in with a smirk, a pack of cigarettes, and a penchant for pushing buttons.

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"It's not up for debate, Captain," Laswell's cool voice echoed through the speaker of the laptop, cutting straight through the hum of the safehouse comms. You would have thought the world was ending by the collective groan that rippled across the room. "You need his skills."

"Skills my arse," Price shot back, leaning heavily over the table with a scowl carved deep into his face. "I can get his skills anywhere."

"I'm not arguing this," Laswell sighed.

The call abruptly disconnected with a sharp tone, leaving the room in a heavy, irritated silence—just as the heavy metal door swung open.

Stepping through the threshold with a lazy, unbothered grace was Leonardo, a sharp 5 o'clock shadow accentuating his jaw and striking amber eyes catching the dim overhead light. He offered the room a slow, wickedly confident smirk, his left sleeve a dense canvas of intricate floral blackwork that vanished under his sleek, black tactical gear.

"Evening, *ragazzi*," Leo murmured, his rich, gravelly Italian accent rolling effortlessly off his tongue as he casually tapped the word *sinner* inked across his knuckles. "Who died and left the grumpy old man in charge?"