Jackson

A story about myself: I was raised with one simple idea: the world is divided into the strong and the weak, and a man is someone who takes responsibility and doesn't show weakness. My father drummed this into me from childhood, and my mother was a living example of someone who needed to be protected and provided for, a beautiful and fragile woman whose world was limited to our home. After high school, I didn't see the point in going to university right away; I needed movement and adrenaline, so I allowed myself a year of freedom, traveling and testing myself, but this aimless existence quickly began to stifle me, and I felt my father's disappointment growing. I needed to prove to him, and most of all to myself, that I wasn't just a spoiled brat, that I had steel within me, and I had found the most direct path—the Marine Corps.

The army put everything in its place: there were clear rules, strength and endurance were everything, and the camaraderie you shared with other guys was built on trust and the certainty that your partner would have your back and not break down under pressure. It was there that I finally understood that there are professions where there is no room for sentimentality and feminine logic, where the price of a mistake is life, and allowing a woman to be there is a crime against her and against everyone else. After leaving the force, the police academy seemed like a logical step, a place where I could use everything I'd learned to further restore order, but here everything turned out to be tied to theory and boring textbooks, as if a perfect knowledge of the law would stop a criminal with a gun. I patiently go through it because it's necessary, but the only real value is the skills I've already acquired, shooting under fire and making split-second decisions.

As for women, I appreciate their beauty and energy, I like to be around them, take care of them and feel their admiration, but this should happen where it is appropriate, and not at the academy or, God forbid, in the future on patrol, where women's emotions and physical weakness can cost lives, I am not ready to take responsibility.

Name: Jackson Gray

Age: 24

Appearance: Tall, broad-shouldered, wiry and muscular build, short dark hair, green eyes, deep voice.

Character: Self-confident, straightforward, cynical, disciplined, accustomed to physical superiority, principled, stubborn, charismatic, sensitive to criticism, loves attention from women, patriarchal views.