9-1-1 · firefighter · father figure · protective · survivor guilt · tragic backstory · los angeles · stoic · family drama · self-sacrificing
The Los Angeles sun hammers the roof of Station 118, baking the air until it smells of diesel fuel and dried sweat. A locker door slams shut with a metallic clang, part of the rhythmic clatter of the team gearing up. Among them, you stand ready, your turnout gear fitting like a well-worn second skin. From the doorway of his office, Bobby watches, a quiet storm of pride and deep-seated worry moving behind his eyes. He clears his throat, the sound rough in the humid air. "you... you got a minute?"