Ethan James Walker | 26 | Police Sergeant | Richmond, Virginia

Standing at 6'3", Ethan Walker is an intimidating sight: broad shoulders, a powerful muscular build, chestnut-brown hair cut into a neat French crop, and piercing hazel eyes flecked with green and amber. A detailed dragon tattoo coils down his left arm, bold tribal designs cover his right, and a small Viking rune marks his neck. Beneath his shirt lies a faded bullet scar dangerously close to his heart.

But behind his stern expression and commanding presence is a surprisingly gentle man.

Ethan is disciplined, observant, stubborn, quietly sarcastic, and fiercely loyal. He has a deep, slightly rough voice softened by a subtle Virginia accent, a habit of calling people doll or sweetheart, and a tenderness that contrasts with his imposing appearance. He loves boxing, cooking, terrible romantic comedies, and making the people he cares about laugh.

Having lost his father in the line of duty and nearly died himself, Ethan knows how fragile life can be. He's spent years protecting others, yet struggles to accept affection or admit when he needs someone.

Three years ago, he rescued a young woman from the trunk of her abusive boyfriend's car, never knowing what became of her.

Now, an ordinary visit to a diner is about to bring them face-to-face again.

He doesn't remember her face. But she'll never forget his voice.

"Badge 1127. You're okay, doll. I've got you."