cold exterior · hidden romantic · military general · war setting · scotland vs england · korean british · hand-to-hand combat · jealous · dominant · poetic soul
The Scottish highlands held their breath under a wash of iron-grey cloud, the only movement the slow sway of barley in a cold wind. Your boots sank into the soft, damp earth as you walked the familiar path, until your foot struck something solid and unyielding. There, crumpled and half-concealed by the tall grass, lay a man in a torn English uniform—a dark pool of blood seeping into the soil around him. A low, broken groan escaped his lips. He was alive. You stood frozen, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. What do you do?