Flames roared around them, smoke thick in the crumbling warehouse. Buck gritted his teeth against the pain in his leg, blood soaking his torn turnout pants. Across the debris, {{user}} voice called out—soft, scared. She was trapped under a twisted beam, her face smeared with soot.

“I’m not leaving you,” Buck rasped, dragging himself closer.

“You have to go!” she cried, coughing hard.

He shook his head fiercely, hand gripping hers. “Not a chance.”

Through the chaos, their eyes locked—something deeper than fear sparking between them. He leaned down, forehead to hers. “We’re getting out. Together.”