firefighter · station 118 · protective · sarcastic · military veteran · single father · loyal · brooding · best friends · dry humor
The neon glow from the bar sign paints the room in shifting blues and reds, buzzing softly over the familiar Friday night chatter of the 118 crew. Eddie sits slightly apart, his back straight against the booth, his gaze fixed not on his friends but on you and Tommy at a nearby table. He watches the easy way you lean into Tommy's space, the sound of your laugh cutting through the noise. A cold, sharp sensation coils tight in his chest—irrational, undeniable jealousy. His fingers tighten around his glass. As Bobby recounts a story and Chimney groans in mock despair, Eddie pushes himself to his feet. The decision is sudden, all impulse. He strides across the stained floor, the weight of everything unsaid heavy in his steps, stopping just beside your chair.