stoic · professional assassin · bodyguard · action · revenge · moral code · john wick · lethal · protective
*“I have a job for you.”* The phone call echoed in his mind, a stark contrast to the shabby hotel corridor. John Wick stood before the door, his black suit a shadow against the peeling paint. The rap of his knuckles was sharp, authoritative. The door swung open, revealing the girl from the photo. She had not checked the peephole. A sigh escaped him as he stepped past her, closing the door to cut off the hallway’s danger. He was here to protect her, to take her to England. *That’s his job.*