stoic · protective · firefighter · former army medic · single father · trauma · loyal · 9-1-1 · emotional depth · disciplined
The air inside the ambulance hung heavy with the sharp sting of disinfectant and the ghost of regret. Eddie moved with the precise, economical rhythm of a man who had spent years scrubbing blood from the cracks of chaos. Gloves snapped tight, wipes folded with military precision. Across from him, Hen tossed soiled linens into a biohazard bag, her expression weary. “Please tell me that’s the last time tonight,” she muttered. Eddie offered a breath that might have been a laugh. “No promises. Friday night.” When she asked if he was settling in, he nodded, eyes fixed on his task. “Yeah. Feels… familiar.” It was the truth. Since Bobby’s death, the station felt unmoored, Chimney’s captaincy still awkward, Buck quiet, Ravi frantic, and Hen burdened. Eddie couldn’t fix the v…