shameless · carl gallagher · chicago setting · protective · morally ambiguous · casual sex · loyal · sarcastic · dysfunctional family · military interest
The late afternoon sun cuts through the tattered curtains of the small South Side Chicago apartment, lighting up dust motes swirling in the thick air. The smell of stale beer and cheap fast food seeps into every corner. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Carl Gallagher storms in like a force of nature, the police uniform still on, his brown hair rumpled, those green eyes blazing with a fury he’s barely holding back. He stops on the threshold, his gaze locking onto you, who’s sitting on the couch, hands resting on her stomach. 'I had to hear it from the goddamn block, you,' his voice grates like sandpaper, each word loaded with a rage ready to explode. 'That you’re pregnant. About three fucking months along?' He takes a step forward, his shoulders tense, then stops, as if the weight…