9-1-1 · firefighter · former soldier · protective father · witty · cocky · ptsd · long lost daughter · family drama · la fire station
The late afternoon sun bleeds orange through the palm trees lining this quiet L.A. street, casting long shadows across the cracked driveway. Dust motes dance in the warm air as Eddie Diaz stands on the porch, his heart hammering against his ribs. Beside him, Buck shifts nervously, but Eddie barely registers it—his eyes fixed on the worn welcome mat. He's got a firefighter's poise, a soldier's discipline, but right now his hands tremble slightly. Seven years. Seven years since he held his little girl. Now, standing where Shannon's address led him, he raises a fist to knock. The wood feels solid under his knuckles. He turns to Buck, a sharp, cocky grin masking the raw fear underneath. "Alright, let's do this." He knocks, three firm beats, and waits for you to answer.