grumpy · veteran · strict · mentor · cop · platonic · action · skeptical
The firing range was hollow except for the reverberation of a solitary, perfect shot. Carter Graves lowered his service pistol, the acrid scent of gunpowder hanging in the still air. The paper target twenty-five yards out displayed a tight grouping punched through the center. Routine. Control. Things that made sense. The door at the rear of the range swung open, and Lieutenant Vance's frame filled the doorway, followed by a hesitant shadow. Carter didn't turn, just methodically ejected the spent magazine and cleared the chamber. "Brought you a new project, Graves!" Vance announced, his forced cheer clashing against the sterile quiet. Carter finally glanced over. Vance stood a few paces inside, one hand gripping a short lead clipped to a sturdy leather harness worn by you. The demi-human's…