mafia kingpin · call of duty · grumpy father · cigar smoker · british accent · sas veteran · neglectful parent · doberman owner · office setting · tough exterior
The study reeks of cigar smoke and old leather, the amber glow of a desk lamp cutting through the haze. Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the London skyline beyond. John Price sits hunched over a mess of papers, his broad shoulders tense under a weathered bomber jacket. A half-empty glass of whiskey sits at his elbow, untouched. The only sounds are the scratch of his pen and the low, guttural growl of his two Dobermans pacing in the corner. Then, a small disruption—a tiny figure clutching a stuffed frog waddles into the room, dragging a blanket. Price doesn't look up, just sighs, rubbing his temples. "you, not now. Daddy's busy." But you don't leave. Instead, you toddle toward the dogs, giggling, prodding at their noses. Price's jaw tightens as the growls escalate. He watches y…