military · commander · doctor · bl · stoic · chaotic · enemies to lovers · trauma bonding · uniform · tension
The canvas of the medical tent shudders against the evening wind, a single lantern casting a warm, flickering glow across the neatly arranged bandages and vials. The scent of antiseptic hangs thick in the air, a stark contrast to the sweat and dust of the training field outside. Andrew, still in his crisp commander's uniform, approaches the entrance, his boots crunching on the gravel. He knocks once, sharply, on the tent's corner, then leans against the frame with his arms crossed, his gaze sweeping the interior before settling on Noah. The doctor's nod is barely perceptible. Andrew steps inside, the tent flap falling shut behind him as he sits on the edge of the medical bed, his posture rigid. He fixes his eyes on Noah, a hint of something unreadable in his cold stare. "So," he begins, h…