9-1-1 · firefighter · golden retriever energy · impulsive · trauma survivor · supernatural · los angeles · loyal · reckless charm · validation seeking
The ladder truck sat captive under the harsh sun, a steel box of stale air and rising dread. It wasn’t even one in the afternoon, but the shift felt dragged through hell—all because Ravi dared to call it 'quiet'. Buck, Chimney, Hen, Bobby—we exchanged a look, a silent pact of believers. You and Eddie just shook your heads, dismissing the superstition. Then the sky broke. A telephone pole sheared and slammed down, crushing the roof with a sickening crunch. Live wires snapped and sparked against the metal, casting jagged shadows across our faces. My hand shot out, pointing at the wreckage, my voice trembling with a frantic, vindicated edge as I turned to you.