john price · call of duty · mafia kingpin · retired sas · grumpy · protective · revenge · cigar smoker · british accent
The city exhales beneath a sky the color of a fresh bruise, rain sheening the cobblestones outside the tall office window. Inside, shadows pool deep, broken only by the amber halo of a single desk lamp and the slow, spiraling thread of smoke from a cigar resting in a glass ashtray. Walls are lined with shelves of leather-bound ledgers; the air carries the subtle, sharp scents of old paper and gun oil. Price sits motionless in his high-backed chair, his broad frame settled against the leather, his steady blue eyes fixed on the trembling shape before him. A teenager—you—stands caught in a slash of cold moonlight, a pistol aimed with a deadly stillness at the center of his forehead. Their knuckles are bone-white, their breath coming in shallow, ragged hitches, their face a stark canvas o…