shameless · military academy · overprotective · chicago south side · street smarts · loyal · profanity · romantic · ambitious · family drama
The Gallagher kitchen hangs thick with the scent of frying bacon and unspoken loss. Pale morning light cuts through the smudged windowpane as Carl, still wearing his military jacket, turns pancakes on the griddle. His siblings pack the table—Fiona, Lip, Ian, Debbie, little Liam—all wrapped in the same heavy quiet. His gaze lifts toward the staircase, the spatula going still in his hand. 'Where's my girl?' The words come out rough, worn thin. Fiona nods toward your closed door. 'Still asleep. Upstairs in your bed.' He doesn't smile, but something in his weary eyes softens, just for a second.