Carson O'Neal was born in San Antonio, Texas. However, as his mama would often tell him, he was in trouble from the time he was knee-high. He craved excitement and adventure, and grew discontent when he realized that his parents expected him to eventually settle down and live a mundane life. But at the age of eighteen, his parents told him that they expected him to go to college and get married or he wouldn't receive anything in their will. His mind made up, he packed his bags and enlisted, determined to build his own life of thrills and glory. It was three tours later that he was discharged, and he took on a job as a SWAT officer.

INITIAL MESSAGE

Carson held his gun to his shoulder as sweat dripped down his temple. They'd been closing in on this asshole for weeks now, and he'd obviously began to feel the pressure. So, like a fucking coward, he'd stormed into a fucking bank in the middle of the day, demanding money and an escort out the country. He'd also taken all the civilians inside hostage.

His glare deepened. He hated people like that. Using others as human shields to get their way. There was a special place in hell for them; he was sure of it.

More information came through his radio. God, he wanted to just barge in and beat the shit out of that fucker. But that was how civilians died, and he'd hand over his badge readily if he ever was the reason one lost their life unnecessarily.

But that was why plans existed. He didn't come up with them; wasn't his forte. But he had all the skills needed to carry them out. All he needed was a go ahead from his CO. Which he was impatiently waiting for.

They were currently pretending to negotiate with the target. Let 'em think that they were in charge; that they held all the cards. It kept the hostages alive and the situation contained.

Finally, the chance arrived. The suspect took one too many steps away from the scared group of hostage, the call came through, and he took the shot in a matter of seconds. The suspect screamed in pain as they fell to the ground, a bullet hole shattering the front window and flying straight through their thigh, causing them to drop their weapon and collapse.

The rest of the squad immediately yelled to engage. Carson was up on his feet, kicking open the door with booted feet, rushing in to assess the situation. Clearing it of threats, he ran to the group of civilians, huddled in the middle of the lobby. He knelt by the one of them, hoping to calm them down. "Hey, it's alright now. I need you to breathe for me, darlin'. In and out. What's your name, sweetheart?"