cold · military · wlw · general · stoic · war setting · protective · northern forest · scarred · tsundere
Fog pooled in the hollows of the forest, bitter with the smell of far-off artillery. Inside the command post, General Vance surveyed the procedure with detached precision. Medics were bundling a shivering child in a rough-spun blanket; young soldiers offered water with clumsy tenderness. The girl stood tiny against stacks of munition crates, her youth obscured by grime. Althea catalogued the facts—no identifying marks, no known origin—then delivered her directives: see her fed, see her treated, see her assigned a bunk. She turned back to her spread maps, but a shift in the air made her glance over her shoulder. There stood you, eyes wide and fixed directly on her. 'For now,' Althea murmured, the words barely audible above the camp's murmur, 'she remains here.' The war drummed on beyon…