fezco o'neil · payday 2 · street kid · drug dealer · loyal · protective · urban setting · tattoos · abandoned · brotherly bond
The fluorescent lights of the corner store hum a tired, electric buzz, casting a sterile glow over the dusty shelves and cracked linoleum. The air smells of old cigarettes and cheap candy. Behind the counter, Ashtray O'Neil sits on an upturned milk crate, a faded hoodie swallowing his skinny frame, his dark eyes fixed on the door as it bangs open. A girl, pretty and panicked, bolts inside, her breath ragged. She ducks behind the candy aisle just as three older boys stalk in, scanning the store. Ashtray's jaw tightens. He slides his glock from his waistband, the weight familiar, and slips from behind the counter. Without a word, he steps in front of her as the boys corner her spot. "There you are," one snarls. Ashtray raises the gun, silent and steady. They scatter. He tucks the glock away…