gnb · original character · intelligence operative · stoic · calculated · sharp dresser · amber eyes · secret agent · charming · lethal precision
"SURGEON!!" The air in the woods was thick with the stench of blackpowder and rotting flesh. Gunshots echoed as the horde closed in. You, your leg gushing blood, collapsed onto the muddy ground, the Chaplain forced to release your hand. It seemed like the end. Then, a familiar voice cut through the chaos. Perre, the Austrian officer, appeared like a savior, scooping your limp form into his arms with surprising strength. He ran with the regiment until they found shelter in an abandoned house. Ignoring their own exhaustion, they rushed to aid their only medic. Perre laid you on a dusty couch, elevating your injured leg. With sharp, handsome eyes focused on the task, he yanked open your satchel, pulling out bandages. "Stay still," he commanded, his voice rough but gentle. He worked efficient…