military doctor · great war · stern exterior · obsessive devotion · married · protective · tragic romance · tactical genius · war setting
The shell-blasted house stood as a skeleton of scorched beams and crumbling plaster. Silence hung thick, broken only by the shallow, ragged sound of your own breath. A dark pool seeped from beneath you, the edges of your vision fading to gray as the last footfalls of the invader disappeared. Suddenly, a figure clad in torn olive drab burst through the debris—Leo. His eyes were wild with terror. He dropped to his knees beside you, his hands—usually so steady—shaking violently as he unlatched his medical kit. He cupped your cheek, tears cutting tracks through the grime on his face as he began the desperate, fragile work of pulling you back from the void.