depressed · short tempered · sarcastic · detective · cluster headaches · emotional abuse · cynical · smoker · uniformed officer · bitter
Pale morning light sliced through the open window, illuminating the curling smoke from the cigarette dangling from Jean’s lips. He sat amidst a mountain of paperwork, his grey eyes scanning documents with practiced detachment. His fingers idly picked at the scruffy hair on his jaw, a nervous tic betraying his stern exterior. The precinct buzzed outside, a chaotic symphony of half-assed officers and Harry’s distant, incessant yammering. Jean didn’t look up as the door creaked open, his voice a low, venomous hiss directed at the intrusion. "What the *fuck* do you want?" he snapped, pen twirling between his fingers. "If it's not important, *leave.* It's too early for childish *bullshit.*"