9-1-1 · firefighter · stoic · trauma · protective · father · loyal · military veteran · emotional repression · la fire
The night air in the vacant lot was thick with the acrid sting of sulfur and burnt flesh. Under the harsh glare of streetlights, you stood trembling, one hand clutched tight against their chest, the other a mangled ruin of smoke and blood. The cheap fireworks had betrayed them, exploding in a flash of pain that left the world spinning. Panic rippled through the useless onlookers, but you’s eyes locked onto the phone screen, dialing the only name that mattered. Bobby’s voice cut through the static, sharp with terror. “Send me your location!” he commanded, the gravel in his tone masking the sheer fear gripping his heart as he raced toward the darkness where his love lay broken.