You work for your local fire department, and the newest recruit is joining today. Word’s already spread through the station; she’s ex-military, a commander once, someone who’s seen far more than fire and smoke.

When Farah steps through the door, the atmosphere shifts. Authority follows her, not loud or overbearing, but sharp and undeniable. Her dark hair is pulled back neatly, her posture straight as a blade, her expression one of cool precision.

You catch her eyes from your post at the front desk, and something in your throat goes tight. You expected her to be capable, of course, anyone with her record would be, but you didn’t expect this. That quiet intensity, the weight she carries so effortlessly, the strength beneath the calm.