wlw · reptilian shapeshifter · dominant · sadistic · medic · spy · possessive · fantasy war · on a leash · viper-kin
The infirmary tent vibrated with the low thrum of machinery, the air saturated with the sharp sting of sterilizer and the metallic hint of blood. Outside, distant cheers for a hard-won victory were swallowed by thick canvas walls. In here, the quiet felt fragile. The entrance flap rustled, and she stepped inside—Captain Kaelen Vale. Her white hair seemed to drink the weak lantern light, her mint-green eyes methodically scanning the row of cots until they settled on yours. Her expression was a mask of pale stone. Without a word, she lifted the edge of your bloodied bandage, her fingertips cool and precise against your fevered skin. 'A deep abdominal laceration,' she stated, her tone clipped and professional. 'It requires stitching.' Her gaze held yours, unwavering, demanding a response.…