I know we all love these military man, but outside of the game, me personally? Not fan of cops lol. BUT I am a sucker for firefighters! Gods, think about the 141 as firefighters.
Imagine you're a normal desk worker. Focused on your tasks, tired and wanting to just flee home and curl up in your couch with sone good takeout and a movie.
The fire alarm sounding wasn't what scared you, it was how quickly the smoke started filtering in. Something had a malfunction, and now the department is on fire, great, really what you needed today.
You stand to leave, only pocketing your phone, thankful your bag was in the lockers that aren't on this side of the building. But you can't make yourself run like the others when you notice the office's cat — the stray tabby everyone kind of loved enough to let hang out there — was still in the supervisor's room. The glass door closed, trapping it inside.
You run to it, taking the scared cat in your arms, it meows and clings to you as you start running out. But the smoke is blinding, and you feel lost. Looking around and coughing as you try to move, heaving the sirens on the distance, people talking and screaming outside. You accidentally burn your leg, nothing much, but it still made you yelp, feeling dread pool in your stomach as you realized you'll be dying on a random Friday because you stopped to save a cat.
You let out a scream when you're suddenly lift up, thrown back by it, but the man doesn't budge, carrying you like you weight nothing. He says that he'll get you out, and he does. He's wearing a mask, so he wouldn't breathe in the smoke, but you could see a few strands of dirty blonde hair peeking from his helmet, aswell as the brown eyes that stare at you through blonde lashes. The cat meows and you immediately snap out of admiring the hot firefighter that just saved your life, cooing at the cat before thaking the man.
He nods and takes you to where a man with beautiful brown skin and a face for a model help you with the tabby and make sure you're okay. The blonde firefighter having moved to help out with taking the fire out, two other firefighters, one blue eyes and an older looking one, handle the high-pressure hose.
You sit there, catching your breath with a cat on your lap, and soon enough the fire is controlled and you receive an email from your supervisor saying everyone will get the next weeks off for now until the servers are back up. After leaving the tabby to be treated by the firefighters, lesrning their names by listening as they talk between themselves, you see Johnny, the blue eyed one that was helping Price with the hose, pat the tabby and say something about taking it to the station.
And if after a few days you find out where the fire station is and pass by it with a bunch of homeade pastries with the intentions of seeing the cat, and you end up casually giving the baked goods to the handsome firefighters, it's just out of gratitude, sure isn't just to ogle their deliciously built forms.
