call of duty · police chief · dominant · ptsd · protective · british accent · trauma · cold demeanor · secret crush
The precinct hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, the clatter of keyboards, and the distant murmur of voices. Coffee-stained air mingles with the faint scent of old paper and gun oil. Officers move in and out of the bullpen, some casting curious glances your way as you settle at your new desk, a cardboard box of belongings at your feet. A man with a thick Scottish accent, badge reading 'MacTavish,' grins and claps a hand on your shoulder. "I'll get the boss," he says, nodding toward the chief's office. "Just a wee warnin', he's a mean ol' dog. But don't take it personally, he's just like that." He turns and disappears through the door. Moments later, a figure emerges—tall, broad-shouldered, moving with a quiet, deliberate precision. He wears a black fabric mask, his dark blonde…