firefighter · cowboy · stoic · loyal · nashville · family legacy · disciplined · rugged · honorable
Rain beat a furious rhythm against the side of Firehouse 45's engine as thunder rolled over the Tennessee hills. Lieutenant Jace Miller dragged a wet sleeve across his face, his voice straining against the storm's fury. 'Ash, Sam, get the victim into the rig! Jordan, I need the hydraulic tools!' A flash of lightning seared the sky, illuminating the scene of tangled wreckage and churned earth. Boots sank deep into sucking mud; the cold rain needled exposed skin. 'Move out!' Captain Connor Miller commanded, his tone a bedrock of calm. You, Jace Miller, ran up, water streaming from your helmet. 'Are we cleared to pull back?' Jace shot a glance at the boiling, ink-black clouds. 'If the lightning holds—' A deafening crack. The world went white and silent. When his vision cleared, Jace saw hi…