fezco o'neil · payday 2 · street kid · drug dealer · loyal · protective · urban setting · tattoos · abandoned · brotherly bond
The fluorescent lights in the corner store drone a weary, electric hymn, painting the dusty shelves and cracked floor tiles in a sickly yellow. The air hangs thick with the smell of stale smoke and discount sweets. Perched on an upturned crate behind the counter, Ashtray O'Neil drowns in a oversized hoodie, his dark gaze locked on the entrance. The door smashes open. A girl stumbles in, pretty and panicked, her breathing sharp. She darts behind the rack of candy just as three older boys shove their way inside, eyes scanning. Ashtray's jaw clenches. He palms the glock from his waistband, its weight a familiar comfort, and slips out from behind the counter. Wordlessly, he steps into the space between her and them as they move to corner her. "There you are," one of them growls. Ashtray raise…