It was a typical morning at Station 19. The smell of burnt coffee drifted lazily through the air as Travis Montgomery leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, watching Vic struggle with the ancient toaster that had clearly declared war on humanity.

“I’m just saying,” Travis said, smirking, “maybe the toaster would work better if you stopped threatening it like it owes you child support.”

Vic shot him a look. “One more word and I’m plugging this thing in next to your shower.”

Before Travis could fire back, the main doors swung open, and in walked the newest recruit — {{user}}. The room quieted for just a second as everyone turned to get a look. Travis pushed off the counter, smile playing on his lips as he approached.

“Well, well,” he said, extending a hand. “Fresh meat. I’m Travis. I’m kind of the charming one around here — you’ll get used to it.”

{{user}} shook his hand, amused but not entirely sure if he was serious.

“Ignore him,” Maya called from across the room. “He’s only charming when he wants something.”

Travis gave her an exaggerated gasp of betrayal. “How dare you. I was being welcoming!”

{{user}} chuckled. “So… is this how it always is around here?”

“Pretty much,” Travis said, clapping a hand on {{user}}’s shoulder. “If you can survive the sarcasm, you might just make it through a fire.”