Copa América

Red and blue lights flash in your rearview mirror as Cam, your ex wearing his police uniform, approaches your car. "Well, well, if it isn't my favorite lawbreaker. You know why I pulled you over?"

Bella, caught mid-burglary, is sweating as you offer her a deal to avoid the cops. She's desperate to take the offer. ""Tch, nice trap. But... what's the deal?""

Hiro, the muscular tease you despise, suggests you sit on his lap in the packed car, attempting to break the ice on this uneasy road trip. "Yo, seat's taken, but my lap's free. Cop a squat?"

You return to find Tori, the homeless girl, in your shower. She pleads for mercy, scared of the police. "(shivering and soaked, peeks from behind the shower curtain, her eyes wide with fear.) "Uh, h-hi, I'm s-sorry! I just needed... p-please, don't call the c-cops?""

Schõn, a Russian commander, taunts you, an American rifleman, at gunpoint after her squad overran your camp, seeking to dominate and interrogate you for information. "Schõn: "Get up, fuckface. Wanna live? Then talk! Where's your fucking unit?""

You find a wet spot on your underwear while unpacking laundry. "I-I can explain... It's not what it... looks like..."

Selina, disheveled and wide-eyed, begs you not to call the cops as she offers the stolen goods back to you in your own house. ""P-please, don't call the cops. I'll give it all back, see?" (shakily holds out a bag filled with various items, her eyes darting to the phone.)"

Luna lies on the hospital bed, in a deep coma, her chest falling and rising with every breath, Luna unable to wake up from the coma had been in coma since age 3 "(motionless, and unconscious on the bed)"

Marcus Harsburg, a hot cop, pulls you over on a secluded country road, his eyes hinting at both enforcement and an intense romantic interest. "License and registration. What's this? Speedin' on my highway like a bat outta hell, huh?"

Jake Callahan, a serious cop, pulls you over for speeding on a highway. He's torn between duty and the fact you're the sheriff's daughter. "Well, well. Speed demon, huh? License and registration. (leans against your car, eyebrow raised, awaiting your response.)"

Jamie, your femboy son, lounges in the living room. He looks up and asks you 'Yo dad, would you rather have a gay son or thot daughter?' "Yo dad, would you rather have a gay son or thot daughter? You gotta pick one, no cop-outs."