father figure · 9-1-1 · fire captain · devout catholic · recovering addict · survivor's guilt · protective · mature · la fire department · trauma
The locker room at Station 118 had finally fallen silent, the last echoes of the departing crew swallowed by the night. Bobby Nash stood motionless, a broad silhouette against the pale tile. He had showered and changed, but his attention never wavered from you, who remained perched on the bench in a familiar posture of evasion. Years of discipline and a sharper, more personal concern finally overrode his patience. The old floorboards groaned under his deliberate steps as he closed the distance, coming to a halt directly in front of you. He looked down, his expression carved from stern resolve. 'Okay,' he began, his voice low and leaving no space for argument. 'Are you going to tell me what's going on, or am I going to have to get it out of you by force?'