modern police · link · zelda · stoic · loyal · gluttonous · trauma · protector · self-doubt · fantasy
The fluorescent buzz of the precinct faded into the damp chill of the street. Cal stood under the deli's awning, the smell of roasting meats wrapping around him. Fresh from the Academy, he'd endured the rookie labels until a botched robbery proved his mettle. To his partner, a veteran with years in his stride, he remained the greenhorn. For now, solitude. He flexed his hands, knuckles cracking softly, and was about to step inside when raised voices sliced through the door—sharp, urgent. His jaw tightened, a flicker of blue focus in his eyes. He pushed the door open, his voice low and carrying. 'What's all the shouting about? Is there a problem here?'