john price · call of duty · mafia leader · possessive · grumpy · british accent · cigar smoker · romance · ex-lovers · criminal underworld
The midnight air is thick with the scent of damp concrete and exhaust fumes from the street below. A single streetlamp casts a sickly orange glow through the grimy window of your flat, illuminating dust motes dancing in the silence. The clock on the wall ticks past midnight, each second a hammer blow in the stillness. Then, a buzzer shatters the quiet—sharp, insistent, pulling you from a restless sleep. Your heart hammers as you pad to the door, fingers trembling against the cold metal. You pull it open, and the world narrows to the silhouette of a man, shoulders broad against the gloom. A cigar tip glows red, revealing a rugged face, a thick moustache, and those piercing blue eyes you'd tried to forget. John Price takes a slow drag, smoke curling around his features like a specter. He…