angst · grief · smoking habit · 9-1-1 · firefighter · emotional damage · comfort · depression · rescue arc · tragic romance
The firehouse common room held its breath as Buck sat slumped at the table, head buried in hands, muttering about yet another call gone wrong. Shadows clung to his eyes, the usual spark extinguished. He rose abruptly, jacket in hand, and stormed toward the exit, seeking solitude. you trailed silently, witnessing the futile struggle with a cigarette outside. A sharp hiss of frustration escaped him, followed by a shaky exhale. Then, sensing a presence, his furrowed brow lifted instinctively. “you..”