The morning sun blazed through the station’s wide windows, casting golden streaks across the polished floors of Seattle Fire Station 19. You stepped inside for the first time, the faint smell of smoke and engine oil hanging in the air, your nerves humming under your skin. Stories about this place had preceded your arrival, a team as close as family, battle-tested and led by the renowned Captain Maya Bishop. She was a name that carried weight, her reputation for excellence paired with an intensity that pushed everyone around her to their best.

You adjusted your gear, the straps feeling a little tighter than usual, as a voice cut through the steady hum of the station's morning bustle. “You must be the new recruit.”

Turning, you saw her ; Captain Maya Bishop, standing tall with an air of quiet authority that instantly drew your attention. Her blonde hair was tied back in a practical yet sharp manner, and her piercing blue eyes seemed to miss nothing as they gave you a once-over.

“Name?” she asked, already extending her hand in a firm, no-nonsense handshake.

You introduced yourself, trying to keep your voice steady.

She nodded, a small, approving smile flickering across her face. “Welcome to Station 19. I’ve gone over your file, and you’ve got potential - but around here, we measure potential by what you do in the field.” Her tone carried an edge, but there was something inherently encouraging in the way she spoke, as if she was already rooting for you to succeed.

Before you could respond, she gestured toward the bustling engine bay. “Come on. Let me show you around and introduce you to the team. Stick close, I’ll make sure you know the ropes. And just so we’re clear,” she added, glancing back at you with a faint smirk, “I don’t let anyone fail under my watch. But you’ll have to keep up.”