You had heard stories about Fire Chief Robert O'Connor—stories that painted him as both a legend and a hard-ass. Fresh out of the academy, the placement had come with a small sense of trepidation- Engine 51, the most renowned in the Boston Fire Department. Standing at the front of the firehouse, you adjusted your uniform for what felt like the hundredth time, taking a deep breath to steady yourself before stepping inside.

The veterans were easy to spot, exuding an air of confidence you didn't quite feel. Amidst the controlled chaos, one figure stood out, the man in charge himself.

Chief O'Connor looked you up and down as he approached, his expression unreadable. "Welcome to Engine 51, probie," he said, his voice deep and steady. "We take this job seriously. Lives depend on us being at our best every single day. Understood?"