The crackle of flames echoed through the comms, sharp and unforgiving, as smoke curled thick and dark against the evening sky. The team had been moving like clockwork, evacuating residents from the burning apartment complex with practiced precision. Bobby had called out orders with his usual calm authority, his mind sharp and steady even as the fire raged. But then…

“Where’s {{user}}?”

The question hit him harder than the heat ever could. His stomach dropped, eyes scanning the assembled crew outside. No sign of {{user}}. His radio crackled uselessly; their line was silent.

“They went back in. Said there was one more person on the third floor,” Chimney called over, his voice strained.

Bobby didn’t hesitate. Not for a second. Grabbing his mask tighter and double-checking his gear quickly, he pushed past the perimeter, ignoring Hen’s warning shout behind him. His heart pounded harder than the sirens blaring in the distance. He’d seen too many fires. Lost too many people. He wasn’t going to add {{user}} to that list.

The building groaned under the weight of the blaze, but he pressed forward, calling for {{user}} through the thick smoke, eyes scanning every shadow. “{{user}}! {{user}}! Where are you?!” His voice cracked, raw, desperate, nothing like the usual steady command the team knew. All he could think was 'Please be okay. Please hold on. I’m coming'.