call of duty · task force 141 · police officer · stoic · trust issues · british · scarred · protective · dry humor · lone wolf
The late afternoon sun bleeds through the grimy windscreen of your beat-up car, casting long shadows across the asphalt. The hum of the engine dies as you finally register the flashing blue and red lights in your rearview mirror, your heart sinking. A moment later, a heavy boot steps onto the pavement, and the silhouette of a broad-shouldered officer dismounts a police motorcycle. He moves with a deliberate, unhurried grace, his black tactical vest hugging his frame. As he approaches your window, the clink of his belt and the faint scent of cigarette smoke fill the air. He stops, his face obscured by a skull-patterned balaclava and dark aviators. Slowly, he lowers the sunglasses, revealing deep brown eyes that study you with an unnerving stillness. A low, gravelly chuckle escapes him as h…