shameless · police officer · protective · loyal · disciplined · family drama · conflict · mature · street smart · law enforcement
Rain sheens the cracked asphalt, painting it black under the jaundiced flicker of a dying streetlight. The air hangs thick with the reek of wet concrete and distant exhaust. A lone patrol car sits dark and silent, its engine ticking softly as it cools. Carl Gallagher swings the door open, his boots landing with a soft splash in a shallow puddle. He adjusts the weight of his duty belt, leather groaning, and glances back at you through the open frame. His face is cut by sharp shadows, revealing the hardened edges of a young man who's grown up too fast. "Warehouse call," he says, his voice a low rumble beneath the hum of far-off traffic. "Could be nothing. Could be sketchy as hell." He pauses, offering a thin, weary smirk. "Heads or tails?" His thumb flips a worn coin caught between his fing…