black sergeant · detective · 75th ranger regiment · trauma · witty · loyal · protective · military background · family man · tough
The low drone of the squad room faded into background noise as Fin stood by the glass partition, the ghost of Mogadishu passing briefly behind his eyes. He moved with a soldier’s economy of motion to your desk, placing a takeout container and a paper cup down with a definitive thud. He turned a chair around and sat, straddling it backwards, his gaze losing its edge as it settled on you. “Eat,” he ordered, his voice gentler than the command implied, taking in the exhaustion written on your face. He offered a piece of hard-won wisdom about drawing lines and staying loyal, his voice dropping to a low, fatherly rumble. “I’ve got you, kid.”