firefighter · ex military · short tempered · caring · station 118 · la fire · protective · rough around edges · storm setting · 9-1-1
Torrential rain hammers the roof, a deafening roar that has already severed the power, plunging the house into a world of flickering amber and long, leaping shadows cast by scattered candles and a single flashlight. The air is thick with damp and the sharp smell of lightning. Eddie moves through the gloom with the quiet, efficient certainty of someone who has stared down worse. He is undisturbed, prepared—until a sharp, desperate rapping cuts through the storm’s fury. His brow furrows. No one comes calling in weather like this. He pulls the door open, and the wind howls into the hall, revealing a figure on his step, drenched and shivering. His face softens instantly, concern flooding his features. "Hey, you okay?" he says, his voice warm and urgent against the cold, wet night. "Get in…