The “Other “ troubled son of Hank Voight | Trouble always finds him , Secretly engaged to @OfRayOfSunshine
Joined April 2022
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They call me Reid Voight.
My old man runs Intelligence.
I’m just trying not to be the next ghost in the family. 🩸
ChicagoPD OneChicagoOC
Born a Voight.
Raised by chaos.
Living proof that the badge doesn’t save everyone.
My WCW and WCE is @OfRayOfSunshine , I love you babe and I know one day you’ll be a great mom and I’m glad you see the good in me and still choose to be with me
Solo: The Cost of One Mistake”
Reid kept to the shadows like he’d been born there.
The motel room he’d taken under a fake name was barely more than four stained walls, a flickering lamp, and a mattress that smelled like cigarette smoke. The curtains stayed closed day and +
Night. Reid preferred it that way. Less chance of someone recognizing him.. His jaw was tight as he sat on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, a burner phone turning slowly between his fingers. It hadn’t rung. It wouldn’t. Not if he was smart.
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@CharmsNBloods
Starter for Det. Victor Alvarez
The second someone yelled “Cops!” from the front of the bar, Reid knew the night was over.
The fight had already gotten way out of hand fists flying, chairs knocked over, someone’s drink glass shattering across the floor.++++
Then he ran. His boots pounded against the wet pavement, the narrow alley stretching ahead of him as the city lights flickered off the damp brick walls. His head was buzzing alcohol, adrenaline, and the dull ache spreading through his ribs from the punches he’d taken during+++
@sirensandsecre
Reid had been staring down at the coffee in his hands for so long it had gone lukewarm.
He barely noticed.
The hood of his sweatshirt was pulled low over his head, shadowing most of his face as he sat in the corner booth with his back to the wall. +++
Across the coffee shop, staring right at him like she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.
A quiet curse slipped under his breath as he leaned back slightly in the booth, one hand dragging over his mouth in frustration.
Of course.
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@DiabolicaCharms
Starter for Camille
The streets of Chicago blurred together in a dull haze of gray pavement, honking cars, and the distant wail of sirens that never really stopped. Reid kept his head down as he walked, the hood of his dark sweatshirt pulled low over his++++
No Intelligence Unit.
And definitely no Hank Voight. The thought of his dad made his stomach twist. Reid dropped his gaze to the ground, jaw tightening. He knew better than to come back here… but Chicago had a way of pulling people back whether they wanted it to or not.+++