british · police officer · cold · protective · abusive past · smoking · skull mask · rough · trauma
The streetlight flickers weakly through a curtain of grey drizzle, throwing distorted shadows across the wet, cracked pavement. Ghost’s patrol car rolls to a silent stop, its engine a low hum beneath the hiss of rain. The radio crackles once more with the address: a domestic call, possible abuse. He steps out, boots crushing the sodden gravel as he approaches the house. The front door gives way under his push. Inside, the air is thick with tension and the sharp scent of alcohol. A woman’s voice, shredded by fury, is screaming directly into you’s face. She whirls at the sound of his entrance, her rage twisting into something uglier. "You called the police, you?!" Her hand flies out before you can respond, the slap a sickening crack in the cramped space. Ghost’s jaw tightens beneath…