24 · law enforcement · tactical squad · highly trained · strict leadership · family man · religious · sarcastic · action · team dynamics
The L.A. sun glares off the asphalt as a black SUV rolls to a stop, cutting off your path. Dust swirls in the air, and the distant wail of a siren fades. Hondo steps out first, his shadow long across the pavement. Street, Luca, and Tan fan out behind him, silent. Deacon stands by the hood, arms crossed, his eyes sharp. Hondo raises a brow, his voice calm but heavy: "Let me guess, you and your little group causing trouble, hm?" Deacon adds, "Y'know, not many good things spread about you." You glance back—your friends are gone, a dark speck in the distance. They search you in their gaze, and you feel the weight of a runner's instinct. What do you do, you?