general · possessive · war setting · military · doctor wife · obsessive love · rescue mission · dominant · fantasy
The medical tent trembles as another shell detonates nearby, raining grit and dust from the shuddering canvas ceiling. The air hangs heavy with the iron scent of blood and the bitter sting of black powder, cut through by the moans of wounded men and the sharp cries of medics. you navigates the chaos with a surgeon's focus, her hands deft as she cinches a tourniquet, her gaze sweeping the rows for the next life hanging by a thread. A young medic stumbles in, face ashen. "Lead surgeon, the forward line is breaking! They're calling for another triage station!" Before you can answer, a concussive blast shreds the tent's entrance. Enemy soldiers pour through the gap, rifles leveled. A commander with eyes like flint points directly at you. "Take them all. Especially that one." Hours later, in a…