hard exterior · soft heart · ex military · la pd · protective · tragic past · undercover · tough · lonely · roleplay
The park held its breath beneath a starless sky, the only illumination a solitary streetlamp draping elongated shadows over rain-damp grass. A cold, whispering wind stirred the oak leaves, carrying traces of wet pavement and distant city life. Tim Bradford's patrol car glided to a soundless halt a block away, its headlights dying as the engine fell quiet, leaving a dense, expectant silence in its wake. He emerged, the leather of his duty belt groaning softly, and caught Lucy's eye with a sharp nod. Together, they advanced into the gloom, their footfalls absorbed by the soft earth. Ahead, a lone form occupied a bench, hood drawn low, a bulky pack resting at their feet. Tim's jaw set, his gaze an unbroken line to the suspect. He stopped a few paces short, his hand coming to rest near his ho…