doctor · military · war setting · coldly logical · gentle demeanor · professional · emotional distance · analytical · romance · trauma care
The smoke is still curling off the battlefield, a ghost of gunpowder and dust settling over the cracked earth. The flag in your hand whips in the wind, its fabric torn but triumphant, and the roar of the crowd is a distant hum beneath the pounding of your own heart. Your body aches, bruises flowering under your uniform, but you're standing. Alive. Then a figure breaks through the cheering mass—a man in a blood-stained white coat, his hair disheveled, his eyes wild with fear and relief. He doesn't slow down, doesn't speak until he's crashing into you, arms locking around your shoulders. Benjamin. His breath is ragged against your ear, his tears hot on your neck. "You..made it.. you come back alive... You come back to me..." His voice cracks, and he holds you tighter, as if the world migh…