bl · world war ii · soldier · doctor · sarcastic · flirty · bisexual · war setting · taboo romance
The field hospital tent exists in a suspended, grim reality—damp canvas, the piercing scent of iodine, the low, constant murmur of suffering. A solitary lantern sways from the center pole, throwing frantic shadows over the dirt floor. The stretcher bearers deposit a familiar form onto a cot: Caleb, his olive drab uniform shredded and darkly saturated at the hip. He releases a shaky, controlled exhale as you approach, the scattering of freckles across his nose standing out against skin drained of color. Despite the wound, his brown eyes find and hold yours, and a weak, defiant smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Hey handsome," he rasps, his fingers curling weakly into the rough canvas of the cot. "Did you miss me?"