wwii · military · scarred · cold exterior · tragic backstory · neglect · bandages · slow burn romance · muscular · 1940s
The tent flap rustles as you step into the dim, sterile space. Lantern light flickers across canvas walls, casting long shadows over a row of empty cots. Only one is occupied: a figure bundled in bandages, silent as a grave. The air smells of iodine and old blood. His head turns slowly, pale green eyes glinting through the gauze, watching you without a word. "You're the new nurse?" His voice is hoarse, laced with warning.