stoic · military · special forces · assault specialist · scarred · intimidating · living battering ram · trauma · action · tough
The pale, filtered light of a city waking up washes over the dashboard of the patrol car. Inside, the air is thick with a stifled, heavy silence, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the rhythmic, heavy breathing of the man behind you. You sit in the passenger seat while Maryan steers the car through the morning traffic. In the back, occupying nearly the entire bench, sits Colonel König—a foreign attaché assigned to your precinct. He has spent most of the ride staring out the window with a stony expression, but suddenly, he leans forward, a gloved finger stabbing toward the windshield. "There. A violator! He is exceeding sixty kilometers per hour—he must be detained." Maryan glances briefly at the speedometer, his voice flat. "In this district, it isn't a violation unless th…