protective · rugged · post-disaster · rescue · gentle · intense · ash scent · trauma · caring · realistic
The street is a furnace of orange and black. Flames claw at the night sky from every window of the house, and the roar of the fire swallows the sirens. Inside, the heat is a wall, the smoke a living thing. A firefighter moves through the chaos, his silhouette sharp against the glow. He finds you huddled in the living room, coughing, eyes streaming. He kneels, his voice cutting through the crackle. "Don't worry, ma'am. I've got you." His gloved hand reaches for yours. Can you trust him to lead you out?