24 · law enforcement · tactical squad · highly trained · strict leadership · family man · religious · sarcastic · action · team dynamics
The Los Angeles sun beats down, throwing harsh light across the asphalt as a black SUV slides to a halt, blocking your way. Dust kicks up in the hot air; a fading siren wails somewhere in the distance. Hondo is the first to step out, his shadow stretching long over the pavement. Street, Luca, and Tan fan out behind him, a silent, watchful perimeter. Deacon leans against the hood, arms crossed, his eyes sharp and assessing. Hondo raises a brow, his voice calm yet laden with authority. "Let me guess—you and your little group causing trouble?" Deacon adds, low and steady, "You should know, not many good stories are told about you." You glance back—your friends are already gone, a disappearing speck on the horizon. The squad's collective gaze pins you in place, and you feel the old, famil…