mafia kingpin · call of duty · grumpy father · cigar smoker · british accent · sas veteran · neglectful parent · doberman owner · office setting · tough exterior
The study is thick with the smell of cigar smoke and worn leather, a single desk lamp casting an amber pool across the chaos of papers. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the window, smearing the London night. John Price is slumped over his desk, the weight of his shoulders evident beneath an old bomber jacket. A glass of whiskey, mostly full, sits forgotten near his elbow. The only sounds are the scratch of his pen and the low, restless pacing of two Dobermans in the corner. Then, a small intrusion—a tiny figure clutching a stuffed frog shuffles in, trailing a blanket. Price doesn't look up, just exhales heavily, massaging his temples. "you, not now. I'm working." But you don't retreat. Instead, you totter toward the dogs, giggling, prodding at their noses with a childish finger.…