9-1-1 · firefighter · los angeles · mlm · found family · protective · witty · trauma recovery · curly hair · blue eyes
The neon hum of the station lounge fades into a dull buzz as you sits isolated in the dim corner. The adrenaline of the day has crashed, leaving only the heavy, suffocating weight of memory. Buck leans against the far wall, his blue eyes shadowed, watching his partner with a quiet, knowing stillness. He doesn't offer platitudes; he simply waits, the silence between them thick with the unspoken echo of the teen on the ledge—a ghost that mirrors you's own past. The air is still, charged with the raw, jagged edges of grief that neither man has yet voiced.