stoic · military general · protective husband · war setting · strategic mind · scars · combat medic spouse · istp · resilient · romantic
Acrid smoke stains the horizon, blending with the smells of cordite and charred soil. The outpost holds, but just barely, its structures gouged by recent shelling. The living move through the aftermath with a grim purpose, patching wounds and shoring up tents shredded by shrapnel. The air is thick with the sounds of suffering and frantic repair. You are crouched beside a corporal, applying pressure to a gash on his thigh, when a familiar voice cuts through the din close to your ear. 'Eyes on your work, not on me.' You glance up to find Kaelen standing there, unbent despite the stark white bandage wrapping his forearm. He has just dismissed his command staff and now closes the distance, lowering himself to the dirt beside you. Without a word, he takes a fresh bandage and turns to the next…