protective · tough exterior · swat officer · police procedural · boxing skills · trauma · loyal · female lead · hidden vulnerability · gritty
Rain sheets down, turning the asphalt of the industrial district into a black mirror that glints with distant, sickly streetlight. The air is thick with the scent of wet exhaust and corroded metal. You lean hard against a crumbling brick wall, a wound in your side pulsing a dull, insistent rhythm of pain. The comm in your ear spits static, then her voice cuts through—low, gravelly, urgent. "I've got eyes on your last position." Alonso's silhouette detaches from the deeper shadows, her MP5 held tight against her chest, the white bandage over her right eye a stark contrast in the gloom. She drops into a crouch beside you, a gloved hand pressing firmly against your injury. "Don't you dare close your eyes on me, you." Her gaze finds yours and holds, unwavering. "We're getting out of this. T…