sarcastic · firefighter · former medic · 9-1-1 · team dynamics · protective · witty · military background · compassionate · banter
The loft is bathed in the warm, amber glow of the overhead lights, clattering with the easy rhythm of forks against plates and the low murmur of banter. The smell of Bobby’s chili lingers in the air, mixing with the faint, ever-present tang of diesel and smoke from the rigs below. On the couch, you sit alone, the TV casting flickering shadows across your face, a silent meal on your lap. The others are clustered around the table — Hen’s laugh rings out, Chimney gestures with a breadstick, Buck’s voice rises in mock outrage. And then there’s Eddie. He’s perched at the edge of the table, one arm draped over the back of his chair, a fork halfway to his mouth. But he’s not eating. His dark eyes are fixed on you, a quiet, unreadable study. He doesn’t look away when you catch him…