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Sweetheart reader ! who is the baby of her family, and despite being 23, she is still treated like it. Her friends and family are very protective of her. She is currently majoring in journalism and photography in college.
Sweetheart reader ! who was adopted by Vince and Sharon Leone when she was just one year old. She became the light of the Leone family; they always said that they were blessed to have her. She’s very close with her family, and she’s very family-oriented.
Sweetheart reader ! who’s love languages are physical touch, words of affirmation, and acts of service. She loves to take care of people; despite being the ‘baby,’ she’s very motherly/nurturing.
Sweetheart reader ! who smells like vanilla and things even sweeter. She loves wearing her dresses, skirts, and pretty tops. But she also loves her jeans and sweaters. She has a large wardrobe. She likes to make sure she looks and smells good.
Sweetheart reader ! who always has her journal in her bag, where she can either write about her day or doodle. She can write for hours about the most random things, from her thoughts to her in-depth opinions on stories and current events. She will also have a book in her bag, her book filled with her annotations and highlighted parts.
Sweetheart reader ! who loves to do volunteer work, she’s always out doing something that can help her community and the environment. She loves to help out with the town events, etc. She’s very involved, and she’s always getting other people to help out.
Sweetheart reader ! who leaves a trail of warmth and happiness wherever she goes, as if she were made of sunshine and happiness. She has a comforting and warm personality that draws people in, often going to her for comfort or just to sit in peaceful silence with her. She will always listen when they are ready to talk. Her presence is almost magnetic; she always treats everyone with kindness and has a way of making friends with everyone.
Sweetheart reader ! who loves to help out 42 station any way she can. She was raised in that place, earning the nicknames “Station 42’s sweetheart” or “Station 42’s Princess.” She loves to cook or bake and bring them the food and treats, or she’ll just go there and cook and bake for them.
Sweetheart reader ! who can be very emotional. She’s very passionate about the things and people she cares about, and she’s sensitive. She’s always been a bit of a crybaby. She wears her emotions openly; she’s bad at hiding them. She’s very expressive with her eyes and her demeanor. She bakes when she’s stressed or upset, or she just listens to music and goes on a walk.
Sweetheart reader ! who is very in touch with the environment. She can be a homebody at times, but she prefers to be outside in nature. She loves to go on hikes and walks/runs, which gives her so much inspiration and peace. She could be out there for hours just taking pictures or writing in her journal.
Sweetheart reader ! who is very selfless. She always tries to see the good in people, often giving people too many chances that they don’t deserve. She’s very much a people pleaser, and that unfortunately gets her hurt by people taking advantage of her sweet soul. Thankfully, she has a lot of people who are very protective and try their best to protect her from such things.
Sweetheart reader ! who loves to love. She loves to learn new things, she believes knowledge is the best gift. She loves to enjoy other people’s hobbies and interests, and she loves to share that experience and make others feel seen and appreciated.
Sweetheart reader ! who is very sentimental, and she keeps all of her birthday cards and letters safely in a box. She keeps a lot of things dear to her heart. She loves anything that gives her nostalgia. She gets moved emotionally very easily; she has strong feelings. Again, she’s a bit of a crybaby. She cries when she’s happy, sad, angry, scared, etc.
Sweetheart reader ! who loves romance. She loves watching romcoms and reading romance books. She loves love. She loves writing love letters, or just letters in general. She has always been such a hopeless romantic, often getting playfully teased about it by Bode and Jake.
Sweetheart reader ! who loves rain. Ever since she was little, she would sit by the window and watch the rain with wonder. The rain has always soothed her; it helps her sleep. The rain always cheers her up; she loves taking pictures of it.
Sweetheart reader ! who’s always been a mommy’s girl. She was always connected to her mom's hip. Sharon isn’t just her mom, but she’s also her best friend.
Sweetheart reader ! who struggles with insomnia. She doesn’t like to talk about it; she doesn’t like to talk about her struggles in general. Only a few people know about it.
Sweetheart reader ! who works part-time at ‘Smokey’s tavern’, she loves to help out, and her personality is just perfect for the environment. Even when she’s not on shift, she likes to hang around there. She has a table she always sits at in the corner or at the bar where she sits and works on her college work.
Sweetheart reader ! who lives in a studio apartment that is above a bookstore. She's close with the owner of the bookstore, who’s an older woman and has always adored her, so when her son moved out to college, she offered the space to her. She loves her apartment, it’s bigger than I usual studio apartment, and she loves the bookstore, so it’s a big win.
Sweetheart reader ! who yearns for the domestic life. She wants to be a wife and have her own family, she wants to take care of her own family, and she wants to be taken care of by her husband. She wants to be a wife and a mother.
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roro's note. oh sweetheart reader! ur so dear to me (｡•́︿•̀｡)♡ pls tell me your thoughts id really appreciate it!! This is a very interactive au so send as many thoughts or questions ,, my inbox is always open for them 🤎
I loved this show so I said why not do a one shot with Bode Leone. Maybe I will try doing one with Camden Casey in the future... Enjoy 😉
The clang of the firehouse alarm echoed through the bustling station. It was your day off, but the place was a hive of activity. You’d promised Sawyer a visit to her grandparents, Sharon and Vince, and her favorite “Auntie” Eve and “Uncle” Jake. Unbeknownst to you, it was also the day your world would tilt on its axis.
Five years. Five years since Bode had vanished, leaving you heartbroken and carrying a secret. A secret that had blossomed into your bright, beautiful Sawyer. Eve, Jake, Sharon, and Vince had become your rock, your chosen family, helping you navigate single motherhood. They adored Sawyer, their spirited granddaughter, and you were eternally grateful for their unwavering support.
You parked the car, and Sawyer, a whirlwind of energy, burst out, yelling, “Grandma! Grandpa!” You smiled, calling after her, “Sawyer Ryley Leone, slow down!” Your voice carried across the yard, and as you rounded the corner, you froze.
Bode.
He was there, in the firehouse yard, his eyes locked on you. The years melted away, leaving behind the raw ache of his absence. He looked… different. Harder, more weathered. But his eyes, those familiar, intense eyes, held the same depth you remembered. He was staring at you, at Sawyer, his expression a mixture of shock, disbelief, and something akin to longing.
In the background, you vaguely registered Gabriella’s presence. You knew she had a thing for Bode, had even broken up with Jake over it. You’d always been polite but distant with her, tolerating her for Jake’s sake. Now, you saw a flicker of jealousy in her eyes, a possessive glint that made your stomach churn.
Sawyer, oblivious to the tension crackling in the air, launched herself at Sharon and Vince, chattering excitedly about her day. You remained rooted to the spot, your heart pounding in your chest. Bode hadn't moved, his gaze never leaving yours.
The next few hours were a blur. Sharon and Vince’s faces were a mixture of joy at seeing you and Sawyer, and stunned disbelief at Bode’s presence. A long, difficult conversation ensued, the air thick with unspoken words and years of hurt. You explained about Sawyer, about his absence, about the support you’d received. Bode listened, his face etched with pain and regret.
Later, the moment arrived. Sawyer, ever perceptive, looked at Bode with her bright, intelligent eyes. “You’re my daddy,” she stated, with the simple certainty of a five-year-old. You hadn’t told her. You hadn’t needed to. She just knew.
Bode knelt down, his eyes filled with tears. “Hi, Sawyer,” he whispered, his voice rough. He looked at you, a silent question in his eyes. You nodded, a single tear tracing a path down your cheek.
Sawyer, ever the precocious child, launched into a rapid-fire interrogation. “Why did you go away? Grandma and Grandpa said you were busy, but I knew they weren’t telling the whole truth. Are you going to stay now?”
Bode looked at you again, his eyes pleading. “I… I want to, Sawyer,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I really, really want to.”
The road ahead was going to be bumpy. There were years of hurt to unpack, trust to rebuild. But as you looked at Bode, holding Sawyer in his arms, you saw a flicker of hope. A hope that maybe, just maybe, you could find your way back to each other, this time for good.
A/N: Happy Fire Country Friday! It’s just me feeding the ghost town of a tag that was inspired by that last episode with a side of drama or triggers—i try my best to make spring writings more fluff based which you will get somewhere here. I want to say this takes place a year or two after this current season idk whatever makes sense lol. I know timelines are kinda confusing for this show so feel how you feel!
WARNINGS: strained parent and child relationship, established relationships, infidelity of other characters, mentions of abuse to minors, alluding to s*ic**e, PTSD, blood, lots of descriptions that I should be employed as a screenwriter for the show with the amount of detail I give but we can just pretend, also I’m assuming that Bode and Riley were at least two to three years apart whereas him and Jake are the same age? I think that’s about it enough!
PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE + HERE & I’m using: 9. Our first dinner party & “god you’re bleeding! how the hell did you do that?” “i was trying to cut the tomatoes!”
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“God you’re bleeding! How the hell did you do that?” Bode’s voice booms off the “almost oyster,” kitchen walls, making you zone back in to the fact that your middle knuckle and tip of your thumb happened to be oozing red all over the makeshift counter and cutting board.
He’s scrambling around the kitchen, snatching a rag from underneath the sink to wrap around your two fingers awkwardly. Applying pressure, which you hiss at, you meet Bode’s concerned blue-green eyes to see that he’s waiting for an answer.
You sigh, “I was trying to cut the tomatoes!”
Bode keeps his hands securely over yours and barely glances at the work you started on along with your phone that keeps silently lighting up. He blinks his attention back to you, sensing that you were disconnecting and was not entirely sure why. It was your idea to have your first dinner party after he moved in with you at the high rise out in Hillford, which was thirty minutes west of Edgewater.
“I see that,” he starts, “you don’t even like tomatoes, so I’m not sure why that’s on the menu for tonight?”
Closing your eyes for a moment you lift your shoulders nonchantly, “your mom loves a good Mediterranean salad, so I thought why not give it a go?”
Bode snorts, “my mom wouldn’t know the difference if it was store bought.”
His mom was a decent cook but she hardly had the patience to keep up with it. Majority of the time Bode’s dad was the one to throw down thanks to his own mother and grandmother forcing him to learn. Sharon loved to eat and sample so she wouldn’t be too judgmental…unless she ended up with food poisoning then you’d never hear the end of it!
“Vince would depending on what it is.” You peer at him underneath your eyelashes while Bode breathed out a laugh, figuring that you were most likely right. Mr. Leone may seem like a go with the flow kind of guy but one thing about the Leone’s? They loved to eat and if the food wasn’t cutting it then some words would be said.
Bode hoped the idea of his parents being here tonight didn’t make you nervous. It wasn’t your first time having a meal with them and one thing Bode knew about his parents is that they rarely held back. They liked you and they wanted to see him rebuild his life after being released. They were just happy that Bode was finally able to do that but after that text you just received…you weren’t so sure if that would remain true.
Bode gently lifts the rag from your fingers, “the bleeding from your thumb seems to be slowing down but that knuckle might need some stitches.” He announces before raising your hand back above your heart.
Feeling a wave of frustration fly over your being once more, made you want to lay face first on the kitchen floor—if it was sanitary. Hey you kept a clean house, otherwise you wouldn’t be having any family over! You were a bit of germaphobe and tried to ignore the itch of your brain to get to cleaning the mess you left on the wooden table turned island, that you got from a antique store two years ago.
“Hey,” Bode grips you even tighter, prepared to handle the deadweight if you decided to just drop to the floor, “what’s wrong?”
This was more than just you losing blood.
Opening your eyes you move your body around to slump against Bode, who didn’t hesitate to rest his cheek against the back of your head, “Sharon invited my mom and Manny, which is okay, I guess! Then my mom invited Gabriela! Which automatically makes what’s his face, the fiancé, her plus one while also extending it to Eve who invited Jake.”
The mumbling from you was a bit difficult for Bode to grasp but he listened intently anyways to get the gist of it all. There were many things wrong with this and he was tempted to call his mother up right now—despite knowing she had no ill intentions. Sharon seemed to get a kick out of your mom (which only meant trouble) who was casually dating Manny and you already knew your mother was solely the one to drag Gabriela into this. You’ve known the Perez’ since what felt like forever, way back in San Diego where you and Gabriela both attended school and actually became friends due to being in the same friend groups. You both tried out for the swim team, Gabriela made it and you excelled better at gymnastics.
She had the dream of being in the Olympics while you were being shot up with steroids from your coach to be the next star of the team. There was Lilavati Sharma who was the face of the team and carried herself with such grace despite the pressure to always be the best. She was sweet with all the girls and guys on the team and was genuinely likeable. The coach favored her just a little too much to the point she was here and then in the next she wasn’t.
Her father pulled her away from the team and gave the coach a nice shiner to the face that took weeks to heal. That only made the coach train you harder until you broke your collar bone, becoming the biggest disappointment until the truth of your coach came to light after the unexpected death of Lilavati.
That’s when you learned, maybe second best wasn’t so bad after all but that didn’t mean your trauma needed to be diminished as well. You hurt for Lilavati more than you did for yourself and it took years for you to understand why that was.
The universe seemed to have it written in stone that you and Gabriela were meant to be in each other’s lives. Yes you were older now compared to high school but it was safe to say that the both of you have fallen out long before. There always seemd to be some sort of connect with your mother and Manny. They were both once married and Manny’s been raising Gabriela all on his own for as long as you could remember. You recalled the conversations Gabriela would have about the gap she had in her life because of her mother’s absence and how lucky you were to have your parents.
Well…your mother’s been cheating on your father since you were a kid and basically bullied you not to tell your father about it once you were a bit older. Although he’s always known, he hated that she put you in that position after realizing that you’ve known. By the time leaving for college came around, your dad was moving from San Diego to Northern California far out to Edgewater; after serving your mother divorce papers who gave him such a hard time on signing them. She even followed him all the way out there after putting the house up for sale a month before your graduation.
Going back and forth to court was a common thing between them along with a restraining order being filed and lengthy phone calls from your mouthy mother filled your head while studying for finals. So yes your upbringing was as peachy as everyone thought.
Bringing it back to present time, your father was remarried and seemed to be thriving with his new aeronautical engineer of a husband, that you had to cat-sit every time they left the country to explore the world. Your father’s always been open about his sexuality and made you comfortable (considering he was a psychologist) if you ever questioned anything of your own personal experiences. You were one of the rare cases where you always had crushes and flirted once it felt like those crushes also showed interest but…it never amounted out into much.
You never had a significant other until you reached college. Let’s just say, you didn’t marry your college sweetheart. That wasn’t your story. The idea of love that you had wasn’t the brightest although it’s something you always wanted to have, it was just hard to truly receive it. And here you were with a man that always fought through so much in life that also wanted to give love and be loved in return.
“So the gang is all coming basically?” Bode used one hand to gently rub your back, “we could just cancel. It was supposed to just be with my parents…although I don’t mind Manny and your mom tagging along but…inviting everyone else to our place without talking to us about it…is crossing boundaries. How’d you find out?”
It still felt odd for Bode to call this waterfront townhouse his as well but you constantly reassured him that he was open to doing anything that made him feel like the home was his too. For one contributing to the HOA fees was a good start (after fighting a lengthy battle with the court to get EMT training and finally getting a spot on CalFire as stable income was a long time coming). Pre-Prison Bode had jobs before—some that he’s walked out on—but being with CalFire gave him purpose with a smidge of financial freedom. He was able to spend money on things that mattered like annoying adult stuff, a creepy ornamental two piece banana sculpture that he installed on the wall of the breakfast room (a small separate area from the dining room), and you.
“Mom texted.” You huffed, “and I’m trying to get better at not blowing up on her but when she does things like this? It makes it so hard.”
It took a lot for you to stand up to your mother since you tended to hold everything in. Over the years it’s been a build up and she’s apologized various of times but it started to fall on empty ears when she continued to repeat her same patterns.
Bode hated that your mother caused you such anxiety. He’s cupping your face now, gently placing his forehead against yours, “what do you want to do? I’ll call mom and yours up right now if it’s too much? We can have dinner ourselves, just us two and see if there’s any new streams on that movie you’ve been telling me about.”
You send him a small smile, cherishing that, “the kebabs are already done along with half of the other food. We can’t eat all of this ourselves.”
Bode peeks over at the covered food on the rest of the counters then back to you with a smirk of a smile, “want to bet?”
“Bode!”
“What? I can eat and I’ve been dying to try a kebab since you slapped my hand with a Spatula an hour ago.” He playfully glares at you, “I needed a snack.”
“There’s always crackers.”
Bode furrows his brows, “…I thought you loved me but I think you’re trying to starve me. What is this? Three rock?”
You laughed, “well at least one of us has an appetite and I just want to get through this night and enjoy the company of what I thought would just be with Sharon and Vince.”
Bode nods his head, “we still have time if you change your mind so, I’ll give you until after I’ve cleaned you up.”
“I love that you already know that I want you to do my stitches.”
Bode slides an arm across your hips to guide you out of the kitchen, “of course I know my baby. You nearly collapse every time you see prices in the grocery store when we’re out so I can only imagine what the bill from urgent care would look like. Lucky for you, you have a certified first responder as a boyfriend.”
He’s careful with you as he guides you up the narrow creaky stairs to the second floor to the main bathroom and you’re reminded this is the love you deserve.
You’re seated on the toilet while Bode is making a mess—like he commonly does—searching for what he needs. His hands are large and quick as they work the needle through the thread before setting it aside. He turns back to you, moving your hands from the pressure you’re applying against the rag, before motioning for you to keep it on the knuckle while he cleans, applies antibiotics and bandages your thumb first.
Bode kisses your thumb over the bandage, “how are we doing? Feeling faint? Do you need water? I probably should have asked before we came up here.”
“I’m fine.” You smile softly at him as he grabs a stool to sit down on as it’ll take him longer to work on your knuckle, “thanks for checking.”
He hums in response, “want to talk about work as a distraction?”
Blood didnt really bother you but you did cringe at the thought of needles. You can go ahead and write down PTSD note takers! You were an application security specialist, yes a true nerd, and also damn good at your stressful but fulfilling job but it was the weekend so that was a negative.
You redirect the conversation, “I’d like to draw you your next tattoo.”
Did you have artistic abilities like Bode? Let’s just say you were more of a data person while also being pretty athletic—although gymnastics was somewhat history you still found yourself stretching and working out to be crucial to your health routine—you had your own taste.
“Yeah?” Bode asks as he gets to work, “are you telling me you don’t like the two I already have?”
You shake your head, “sure I do. They have their own significant stories, which I’d never change and I have ideas if that artist brain of yours craves for more ink.”
“Appreciate that…so what’s on your mind?”
You deeply inhale as you feel the needle piercing your skin but talk through it, “you’re surprisingly into some odd art and I’ve been looking at vintage Halloween art that my co-worker is obsessed with and thought, why not create a wizard frog with a pointy star hat, wand and everything?”
“A wizard frog?” There’s a teasing tone in Bode’s voice while he pictures it as he pulls tight before going back to your skin while you hold your breath, “Magic’s not really my thing especially since I told you about my dad having me watch that one weird movie with Anthony Hopkins. Riley on the other hand? Could sit up for hours watching that horror crap with my dad…although she always ended up in my room, stealing my covers while talking away as I tried to sleep. As her big brother I dealt with it if that meant keeping her nightmares away, although I regretted it in the morning.”
The both of you share a laugh at this.
What you knew of Riley was that her and Bode were sorta opposites. She had the kindest big round blue eyes, was friendly and open to having conversations with strangers whereas Bode was more reserved before he felt comfortable enough to approach. Apparently she was soft spoken yet determined, into the well-being of animals that she planned to be a vegetarian once she was older, liked magic tricks and horror movies but only if that meant she got more time to bond with Vince that is. She seemed to have a heart on her sleeve and probably would have been a veterinarian if she lived past sixteen.
“Just big brother duties.” You inhale air between your teeth, “and I think she would like my wizard frog idea.”
“Yeah…I can see you two plotting against me.” Bode smiles over at you before giving one last tug before snooping off the excess thread, “all set.”
Before he can even move to start cleaning up, you throw your arms across his shoulders and give him a squeeze. Bode pauses but buried his nose against your fuzzy cardigan before rubbing your back against your embrace once more.
“What’s this for?”
You say, “just because I love you and I’m happy to have you here with me, which I know I probably don’t say enough since words of affirmation is more your thing than mine but I stand by this. I look forward to many more days with you, good and challenging.”
Bode feels his body go warm at your words and pulls back to meet your eyes. “I can’t wait and I love you too, softie.”
You roll your eyes as he chuckles at you while you scratch at his facial hair.
“…You’ll think about the wizard frog?”
Bode sighs with a small smile on his lips, “If it makes you happy, love.”
“Cop out answer!” You flick his broad shoulder with your good hand.
“How?” Bode lifts his shoulders in confusion.
You crinkle your nose in annoyance, “You can’t ever say what I want to hear and make me think I’m always the winner, fight back.”
“Okay…I’ll remember that when I don’t want to watch the traitors uk with you.” Bode holds your stare while you gasp with a hand to your chest and then nod your head, mentally saying that was fair game.
Bode can already tell what you’re thinking, which makes him grin at you before leaning forward to cautiously peck your lips. You humph before slowly pushing yourself to get to your feet and steady yourself.
Bode’s hands are immediately on your hips as you balance yourself and you give him a nod in reassurance before leaning forward. You connect your lips again, his beard tickling your face as you breathe him in. He smells sweet like amber, fresh but calming like cypress, and warm sandalwood and you feel like you could just sink into him endlessly but manage to pull away.
“You sure you don’t want to cancel? We could do more of that and I wouldn’t mind.” Bode squeezes your hips with a lick of his own lips.
You pull from his grip, “that’s what Sunday is for, a day with no plans! Now let’s go, chop chop! We have a dinner to finish.”
And you’re out of the bathroom before Bode can even blink. He’s shaking his head at you and calls out, “fine. Don’t touch any more knives though!”
Once putting everything back where it belongs, he stares at his reflection in the mirror. He’s not entirely thrilled to have Jake here, since they were attempting to get back to where they once were but Bode wasn’t holding his breath since he felt like Jake was trying to live what could have been his when it came to Genevieve. It took time for him to accept what happened when they were teenagers meaning with Riley but since he’s been locked up? It felt like it was one thing after the next even in his freedom. Then there was Gabriela…which you had your own issue with although you tried to downplay it and there was a smidge of a history that Bode had with her that probably didn’t help…
He just hopes this dinner isn’t a true disaster for both of your sakes but at least he could have the task of throwing someone out…if it came to that of course.
That wasn’t what brought a smile to his face, it was the thought of hosting something that he could call his own with the person he wanted to spend countless days with.
It's going to be Camden Casey's character analysis from his three episode arc. This is part 1..
Casey's character is everything that people of Station 42 aren't with his rebellious Dodgers jacket, shorts and flip flops. He gives the vibe of someone looking to stir trouble in Edgewater. When Diego's buddies come for Bode, Jake tries to diffuse the situation but Camden goes on seeking the trouble out as a flying flip flop makes a good aim for that bully's face. What follows next is an action sequence with Camden, now bare feet, fighting of the trouble makers without breaking a sweat (sweet Jaysus that was hot). Oh! And I'm guessing the throw of salt and pepper was tribute to Supernatural!
During the plan rescue scene, we see Camden taking charge of the situation and his cadet, pushing him harder. Bode of course doesn't disappoint. Camden's recklessness and reluctance for following procedure is reinforced leaving Jake troubled by his methods.
Back at station 42, that idiot vaper accidentally sets fire to somebody's suitcase, endangering the fire station. Once again, Camden tries to douse the fire with water but the chemical compounds in it risk further danger. For a minute it seems like Camden acted without a thought but the next minute, he gathers himself and suggests taking the pallet outside and letting it burn.
Though Camden comes across as someone impulsive, what I love is why he is like that. That little emotional backstory for Camden is a wonderful addition to his character. It also goes to show his honesty.
In his brief interaction with Bode, he promises Bode to help him become a good firefighter and that's what I love the most about Casey. Unlike Jake, who is too hard on Bode, restricting him from giving his best, Camden Casey seems to be opposite, willing to let Bode shine.
I disagree with Sharon. I don't think Camden is a sociopath but damn it would be fun to see these two characters share a scene. The job showed him that sometimes trusting your gut over a process can save a lot more lives. Although, i wonder if Camden fighting Diego's buddies is going come bite him in the ass. Last time a firefighter punched someone, albeit a Chief, they landed in three rock. Looking at you, Manny Perez. So I don't know if that's going to go sour for him.
Now that we have talked about the Camden's part in the episode, i just wanna say I'm super thrilled to see what more Camden brings to the story. I want to see him interacting a lot more with Bode and even three rock inmates for that matter. I'm excited to get to know his character deeper, see what makes him tick. His interaction with Gabriela may be an interesting one especially if he feels she is a distraction for Bode. Audrey has Camden's temperament so, that's another duo i'd like to see.
One of the things that I noticed as have others, is that Camden is seen wearing a wedding band. I don't know if that's Jared's real band or not but if it's a character thing, it would be amazing to see if there's another backstory there. Maybe, his wife died with the 10 crew members?? I don't know but it will be nice to explore that!
A three episode arc may not cover all of it, but I hope they give us something to hold onto so that I'd excited for a potential spin off focusing on Camden.
No doubt Jared did a great job with this character, his body language is a lot more arrogant in this which I loooove. I think he opted to give Camden a deeper voice and I'm enjoying that. It's refreshing to see him play a character that's not afraid to stand his ground and let loose the inner rebel.
