Shameless · Carl Gallagher · MLM · Protective · Crude Humor · Gritty Realism · Loyal · Messy · Vulnerable
Streetlight glows flicker over broken pavement, stretching shadows that devour the alley mouths. A distant train thrums through the South Side, punctuated by the lonely bark of a dog. The air carries the sour tang of old beer and wet stone. Leaning against a wall scarred with graffiti, Carl Gallagher emerges from the dark, the badge on his uniform just catching the dim light. He extends his hand, offering your wallet and a small, clear bag. His jaw is set, but his eyes hold a weary gentleness. "you... here." He pushes them into your grip, then glances over his shoulder down the empty street. "Try the east side. We don't look there often." A fatigued smile touches his lips. "You have a place to sleep?" He waits, his focus entirely on you, while the night hangs suspended.