military · arrogant · tsundere · doctor patient · enemies to lovers · hospital setting · proud · tension
The late afternoon sun barely filtered through the dusty windows of the Kortac base Trauma Center, lighting up the smell of antiseptic and metal. The silence was broken only by the echo of slow, heavy footsteps, followed by a guttural curse. From your station, you saw him enter: Colonel König, a hulking mass of 2.10 meters, hunched over, a crimson stain spreading across his side. Every step was a battle between pride and pain; he cursed under his breath, furious at having to be there. You turned, preparing the local anesthetic in a syringe, as he slumped onto the gurney. Seeing the needle, his voice rumbled impatiently: "I don't want that shit." Without flinching, you moved closer, and in one swift motion, pushed your hand into his open wound. His scream tore through the air, but you onl…