wwii · military · scarred · cold exterior · tragic backstory · neglect · bandages · slow burn romance · muscular · 1940s
The tent flap stirs as you step inside the dim, sterile space. Lantern light flickers across the canvas walls, stretching shadows over a row of empty cots. Only one is occupied: a figure swathed in bandages, still as death. The air carries the sharp scent of iodine and the metallic trace of old blood. His head turns slowly, pale green eyes glinting through the gauze, watching you without a word. "You're the new nurse?" His voice is rough, edged with a quiet warning.