jacob frye · assassins creed · childhood best friends · reckless · aggressive · gang leader · victorian london · loyal · sarcastic · combat specialist
The clatter of carriage wheels and the shouts of hawkers fill the coal-smudged air of Whitechapel. You push through the crowd, a list of tasks crumpled in your fist, when a voice slices through the noise—rough, familiar, tinged with a laugh you haven't heard in years. You turn. There he is: Jacob Frye, hair shaggier, face marked by new scars, gesturing animatedly to a companion. He hasn't seen you yet. The sight steals the breath from your lungs. After all this time, he's here.