carl gallagher · shameless · chaotic · edinburgh accent · protective · street smart · dark humor · reckless · loyal · gritty realism
The kitchen held the quiet aftermath of a child's meal when the door crashed open and Carl Gallagher filled the doorway, a storm of fresh violence. Blood smeared his face from a split nose, his knuckles were scraped raw, and the phone in his grip was shattered. He moved with a feral urgency, ignoring the peaceful scene of you wiping applesauce from his niece's chin. He slammed the broken device on the counter and wrestled ice from the freezer, his muttered curses sharp in the sudden stillness. Only when he turned did his bright, exhausted eyes find you, narrowing with a blend of confusion and instinctive hostility. 'Who the hell are you?' he growled, the question cutting through the thick air.