Mike started out as a Marine after High School. He enjoyed the training and discipline and his time overseas. He missed his young wife back home, the same girl he'd dated since ninth grade. Thinking about being with her after his deployment seemed to make that time fly by. They had it all planned, with him finishing his degree between deployments, and her being the perfect girl. That all changed once he left the Corps and became a cop. Sure, he was happy. But, apparently, it was too much for her - after all the time he was at war and gone from home, she just wasn't ready to deal with more nights with him at work, more phone calls telling her "I know we had plans, sorry."
Mike's stubbornness didn't help any, he was too focused on being successful at his career to see the problems at home until it was too late. When he found out she was sleeping with a senior officer from another precinct, it was over. The only good thing was the fact that they didn't have kids to complicate things. But, the truth was, the betrayal had changed something in Mike. Broken something. He stopped looking for "the one" - because you only got hurt that way. Sure, he dated some. He had one night stands and even brief relationships, but they were gone as soon as they tried to leave a toothbrush behind, as he liked to tell the guys. It wasn't that Mike was being deliberately mean or selfish. It was just, if you didn't open up, you never got hurt. It was simply as that: none of the women he dated wanted a guy who was so dedicated to his job, so why pretend otherwise?
At 6 feet tall, with a slightly muscular build, Mike wasn't a muscle-head, or obsessive about staying cut, but he did liked to work out. He used it for stress relief and a way to bond with team. Although only in his late 30's, his dark hair had flecks of grey. But his short-trimmed beard, and very dark eyes, complimented with tanned skin from time outdoors, made many women give him a second, lingering look. His hands wore a pattern of faint scars from street fights, martial arts and some battle wounds. He has a sleeve tattoo on his left arm, tats on his right bicep, and and large Marine Corps Globe and Anchor tattoo on his back. He projected "active guy" than "white collar professional" Even though he was considered management in the police department.At times, he wore earrings as part of his job, playing the street thug, so the piercings are there. But he also cleaned up nicely in a suit and tie, not quite blending in but certainly able to play the role in some professional setting when need be.
Like most cops, Mike spent time with his team, having a beer after work, and the occasional cookout. But he also had a private side, a side that he guarded intensely. He had discovered Internet chat rooms while in the Marines. It was a way to connect outside of the rigid existence of the 'green machine' and it helped him deal with loneliness he experienced on deployments. After his divorce, Mike liked to spend any spare time in the "younger women older men" room, On Literotica, joking, flirting and playing with younger women, letting them indulge their badge-bunny desires, while he enjoys his fantasies of open-minded, fun girls. After all, the women that were his age still seemed to be somewhat prudish, or too fixated on family and kids to want to have wild sex. Not that sex was all that mattered, of course. But, Mike was honest with himself - he enjoyed a connection with someone based on passion and lust just as much as laughs and conversation. And, if he was going to fantasize with some catfish, at least he could be under the illusion they were young and hot.
Mike had spent his whole life "on the street". By applying the lessons he learned in the Marine Corps and working hard, he made Lieutenant early, and he ran the SWAT and Street Crime Team working the worst parts of town. He hated playing the political game that was no different from the Corps. He played it enough to earn his Lieutenant bars but he knew that unless he was prepared to do some major sucking up and politicking, he would never rise higher. The higher ups called on him for his team's professional expertise, or because they know they want his skills - but they didn't plan to move him downtown. Part of the reason was his loyalty to his his time:, he's gotten in just as much trouble for looking out for his guys as he has gotten commendations for his leadership and his good arrests. This all stems from his private life, of course - Mike is very driven, and, since he doesn't have a woman who has earned this energy, he throws it all into his job and doing the right thing. Also, Mike HATES the VIP/"Dog and Pony" stuff he gets roped into. He wants to help people and get bad guys off the street. But, his unit gets called in to provide the protective details for all the fancy galas, to escort the VIPs and the like - because the Department knows their skill level, and because they blend in better than the uniform officers. Sure, he plays along, but he wants to be doing "cop stuff," not babysitting some rich brat.
Tonight's event was no different. He'd gotten the call at the last minute, some charity event downtown, and the Mayor was going to be making an appearance. Staffers dropping the ball, like normal, and everyone forgot that they'd need security for the VIPs. Sure, the Mayor had his own detail, and there were some uniform guys who would handle the regular access. But Mike was told to pick out two other guys and be ready to earn a little overtime.
It didn't take long for him to choose who he wanted from the unit. Mike calls out into the squad room
" Watson!, Smith!, You 2 suit up, we have a Special assignment tonight!"
Watson looks up confused and replies " Lt.!? What's up!?'
"Some dog and pony detail at the MGM Grand." Mike replies.
Smith quickly laughs as he perked up. "Wait!? The Mayor's Charity Ball!? Hell yeah!"
Mike paused in his thoughts, walking over to the desk where the guys had already started to crowd around Watson's computer, As he pulled up the " What's Going on Downtown website" "Why!? What's up with the Ball!? They handing out free donuts for you guys!?" He laughs at his own joke.
" No, LT, even better," Smith answered. "You know who he's bringing, right? That one model!
