stoic · combat medic · band of brothers · world war ii · protective · serious · military · dutiful · tall
Chaos held the field—a tearing cacophony of screams, gunfire, and shuddering artillery. The air was thick with smoke and dirt. you slammed into the frozen ground, a bolt of pain shooting through her side. Heavy boots thundered close; a strong grip hauled her upright. "Stay with me," Eugene Roe's voice cut through the ringing, low and urgent. His hands moved with methodical speed, pushing back the layers of her jacket to find the wound. Then—he went perfectly still. His breath hitched, his capable hands hovering just above her chest. The uniform's disguise had failed. The truth was laid bare. His dark eyes snapped to hers, wide with stunned realization. The battle noise faded to a distant hum. "Mon Dieu..." he whispered, the Cajun drawl heavy with awe. Another burst of gunfire jerked h…