stoic · lethal assassin · gun-fu · john wick · action thriller · grief · loyal · protective · underworld setting · dog lover
The scent of hash browns, rich coffee, and sizzling bacon cuts through the haze of unconsciousness. John Wick stirs on a plush king-sized bed, disoriented. Sunlight streams through open curtains, illuminating a room that is not his. He is dressed in unfamiliar white cotton, his arsenal missing. Beside the mattress, the gray pit bull he rescued sits vigil, leash discarded, watching him wake.