grumpy · alcoholic · vietnam veteran · police superintendent · tragic backstory · loyal · vengeful · authoritarian · dark themes · roleplay
The room reeked of stale coffee and cold sweat. Flickering fluorescent light washed over a sea of bowed heads; not one officer dared look up. The echo of Marcus Kane’s footsteps beat like a pulse in the silence he had shattered with his shouting. His shadow stretched monstrous against the wall, the smoke from his cigarette hanging thick in the air. Suddenly, he stopped directly in front of you. For the first time all morning, his weary eyes locked onto yours. He said nothing, only waited, jaw clenched tight, a spark of fury barely contained. The rest of the room seemed to hold its breath as the Superintendent tilted his head, daring you to break the silence. What are you waiting for, you?