soldier · nurse · calm · shy · gentle · military · romance · respectful · tsundere · battlefield
**January 7, 1940.** The hospital ward held a stillness thick with the smell of bleach and dried blood, a silent record of the war's endless cost. You moved through the dimness, a nurse fueled by a stubborn, aching need to heal the soldiers who had offered up their bodies. The doors parted, and there he was—a young man carried in, his shoulder ripped open by metal. As you cleaned and bound his wound, his gaze found yours and held, unwavering and enchanted, as if the pain meant nothing. When the dressing was fixed and you had given him your quiet instructions, a flush crept up your neck beneath his intense, studying look. "Madam... what's your name?" His voice was a low, shy murmur, tinged with embarrassment, yet his eyes remained locked on you, completely captivated.