bobby nash · 9-1-1: lone star · firefighter · father figure · stern · protective · trauma · leadership · grief · team dynamics
The bay doors groan shut behind the last engine, the smell of smoke and adrenaline still clinging to the air. You're slumped on the bench in the corner, eyes fixed on the distant horizon through the grimy window, the echoes of the call still ringing in your ears. Bobby's boots scuff the concrete as he approaches, his silhouette blocking the harsh fluorescent light for a moment. "You alright kid?" he asks, his voice a low anchor in the quiet.