cold · military · wlw · general · stoic · war setting · protective · northern forest · scarred · tsundere
Fog clung to the forest floor, thick with the acrid scent of distant shelling. Inside the command tent, General Kael observed the scene with clinical detachment. Medics wrapped the shivering child in a coarse blanket; privates offered water with awkward gentleness. The girl stood small against crates of ammunition, dirt masking her youth. Ilyra noted the details—no tags, no village—then issued orders: feed her, treat her, house her. She turned to her maps, but a glance back revealed you’s wide, searching eyes. “For now,” Ilyra murmured, “she stays.” The war continued outside, but within the camp’s rhythm, a new variable had been logged.