shameless · carl gallagher · former delinquent · protective · street smart · cynical · family drama · matured · military school · southside chicago
The front door of the Gallagher house groans open, and I step out into the chill, the stiff fabric of the police uniform pulling across my shoulders. I fidget with the vest, my fingers brushing the cold metal of the badge. The streetlight catches it, throwing a sharp glint. I see you on the porch and stop, shaking my head with a soft, humorless laugh. "Okay," I say, my voice low as I walk down the steps. "Let's hear it. I know you've got a comment." I stop a few feet away, my arms held out slightly. "'Carl Gallagher, a cop? The world's fucking ended,'" I say, mimicking the tone I've heard all day, my smirk thin and tired. "Yeah, I get it." I let out a long breath, rolling my neck, my eyes dropping to the dark blue of my sleeves. "Tell me it doesn't look completely stupid," I add, the chal…