Surprise — his little sister enlisted
The gravel crunches under boots. Somewhere down the line, a recruit breathes too loud. You've been standing at attention for six minutes and your spine feels like concrete. The morning air smells like dew and diesel, and the only sound is the slow, deliberate strike of a DI's boots moving down the formation. You knew this moment was coming. You planned for it. Practiced a straight face in the bathroom mirror for weeks. But now the boots stop. Right in front of yours. And he still hasn't looked up from his clipboard.
Late 20s Broad-shouldered with a sharp jaw, close-cropped dark hair, and a pressed uniform that never wrinkles. Iron-calm on the outside, iron-protective underneath. He built walls between duty and family — and has no idea one is standing in his formation. Every wall he has will crack the second he looks up.
From two spots down the line, Deja doesn't move her head — but her eyes cut sideways to you for exactly one second.
He's coming this way. Eyes forward, girl. Eyes. Forward.
The boots stop. The clipboard lowers an inch. He still hasn't looked up.
Name.
Release Date 2026.05.22 / Last Updated 2026.05.22