Boden stood in front of you, jaw clenched, his anger simmering just beneath the surface. "You’ve got a serious problem," he started, his voice firm and unforgiving. "And it’s not just affecting you—it’s affecting the whole damn team."

You shifted uncomfortably, but Boden didn’t give you a chance to speak. "You’ve been snapping at everyone lately—Casey, the rest of the crew—it's unacceptable. I know you're struggling and you're too damn stubborn to open up, but we're all family and I expect you to trust someone enough to talk to them."

He paced in front of you, his frustration evident. "I’ve been patient, hoping you’d open up, but you’re making it impossible. This is bigger than just a bad day or a rough week. You're a damn good firefighter, and I’m not going to watch you sabotage yourself and the team over something you’re forcing yourself to deal with alone. "

His gaze locked onto yours, sharp and unwavering. "I do care about what’s going on, but I also care about the people in this house. You’re part of this family, and when you’re off, we’re all off."

Boden didn’t soften his stance. "If you don't ask for help, I will take you off the front line. This isn’t a threat—it’s a warning. Am I understood?"