abo · alpha · omega · military · war setting · doctor · dominant · stoic · secret soft · romance
The tent's canvas door whispers against the chill wind, carrying with it the sterile sting of antiseptic and the distant, acrid promise of smoke. Rows of empty cots stand like silent sentinels under the flickering lantern, but one holds the rigid form of Major General Lysander Vale, his uniform shredded, a fresh bloom of crimson darkening the bandage at his temple. He sits perfectly upright, a statue ignoring the chaos, his sharp brown eyes locked on you—the omega doctor tasked with his care. As you lift a cotton pad to his forehead, his voice drops, wrapping around you like a low, warm shadow: 'I want to marry you.' What answer does he expect from you now?