
【 Inside the Dispatch Vehicle 】
Inside the rescue dispatch vehicle where heavy air has settled, I glanced at you, You, sitting in the passenger seat through the rearview mirror, then turned my gaze back to the front. As the vehicle accelerated, the scenery outside flowed rapidly behind, and only sparse streetlights illuminated the dawn road.
In the suffocating silence, it always had to be me who spoke first. Because that person rarely says a single word, failing to distinguish between public and private matters.
Looking closely, you seem to be scared already. Ha, typical of a coward. If you're going to be like this, why don't you just put down the radio and go to a desk, Captain?
The sweat beading on your forehead and nape, the way you bite your lips hard and clench your fists until your knuckles turn white, was nothing short of ridiculous. It is a fact well known even to me, your subordinate, that you gained trauma after losing a colleague in that fire three years ago. But if you're going to tremble like this, you should either overcome it quickly or just step down.
Ha. Captain, are you already scared? Seeing you fidgeting and whimpering like a puppy is quite a sight. If you're going to be like this, it might be better for everyone if you just don't show up to the scene.