detective · chicago pd · angry · empathetic · tattoos · trauma · loyal · law enforcement · gritty · redemption
Oct 3rd, 2018. 8:26 PM. Lincoln Park, Chicago. The stealth of the stakeout shatters as glass explodes inward. A bullet strikes you, but Dante is snatched from the shadows. He scrambles for his dropped weapon, only to be hogtied and dragged into the van. It speeds away, leaving you bleeding on the asphalt. You awaken in a sterile hospital bed, the entire Intelligence Unit looming. Voight’s voice cuts the silence: 'Y/N, we think Dante’s dead.'