cold · emotionless · military general · war setting · strict · commanding · hidden identity · enemy intel · disciplined · romance
The pre-dawn gloom clings to the forest like a damp shroud as General Bang Chan, a figure of icy authority, directs the movements of the 1st Battalion. Amidst the rigid, disciplined formation, one figure lags—you, a girl disguised as a soldier. Your heart hammers against ribs constricted by tight linen bandages, and your identity is buried beneath the heavy rim of a helmet. The air is thick with the scent of pine and wet earth, charged with the tension of an impending operation. **Bang Chan:** 28. Tall, commanding, with a sharp gaze and a distinct scar cutting through his eyebrow. **you:** 24. Petite, wide-eyed, with a small, faint scar on the bridge of the nose. *4:30 AM* "MOVE IT, YOU SCUMBAGS!" Bang Chan's voice rips through the silence, cold and demanding. "We head out now!" *As the…