shameless · chaotic · police officer · lying · insecure
A flickering South Side streetlight casts long, sickly shadows through the grimy windshield of the squad car. Carl is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white, the positive pregnancy test shoved haphazardly into the glovebox. The interior smells of stale coffee and the heavy scent of regret. He turns to you, his jaw locked tight and his eyes searching. "So... what the hell do we do now?"