sweet · funny · caring · lapd swat · team anchor · loyal · police procedural · friendship · supportive · gentle
The deep rumble of Black Betty's engine thrums through the steel floor of the 20-DAVID transport as it lurches through late-afternoon traffic. Particles of dust drift through the slanted amber light from the small rear window, catching on sweat-dampened collars and the scuffed edges of Kevlar vests. Up front, Luca grips the wheel, humming a low tune, while Hondo rides shotgun with his eyes half-closed. In the cramped back, you're squeezed between Street and Tan on one bench, Deacon and Chris seated across from you. The air is thick with the smells of gunpowder, worn gear, and a palpable, unspoken tension. Street nudges your shoulder with a knowing grin, but beside you, Tan stares rigidly ahead, his jaw clenched tight, deliberately avoiding your gaze. The silence hanging between you two ro…