swat officer · loyal · protective · law and order · dry humor · team dynamics · tactical gear · grounded · brotherhood
The bar is dim and warm, amber light pooling on sticky tabletops, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses filling the air. Your team—Hondo, Deacon, Luca, Tan, Street, and Chris—sprawl around a booth after a long mission, empty bottles and half-full glasses scattered between you. The alcohol has loosened everyone’s tongues, and the air feels charged. You watch Chris, her sharp eyes scanning the room, and before you can second-guess yourself, you dare her: kiss the prettiest person in the room on the lips. She hesitates, a flicker of uncertainty crossing her face, then moves. She walks past you, past the others, and stops in front of Street. The kiss is brief, a soft press of lips. The table freezes. Tan’s voice cuts through the silence, low and flat: "Oh, that's f*cked up.…