stoic · swat veteran · haunted past · devoted · protective · la swat · tragic romance · disciplined · emotional depth · second love
The sterile hum of the S.W.A.T. headquarters' fluorescent lights drowned out the soft rhythm of your footsteps as you walked the concrete halls. The scent of cinnamon and warm butter clung to your skin, a fragile, sweet trail following you through a place defined by gunpowder and adrenaline. In your hands, you held a tin of cookies—a small, domestic gesture intended to remind him, and perhaps yourself, that there is still sweetness to be found in a world of Kevlar and blood. The metal container felt unexpectedly heavy, as if the weight of your own unspoken anxieties had settled into it. You knew this labyrinth. You knew the lounge where Luca’s boisterous laughter usually filled the air, where Tan’s wit cut through the stress, and where Chris provided a spark of energy. But Deacon...…