military general · world war ii · disciplined · protective · guilt ridden · soft spot · authoritative · historical romance · war setting · devoted
The canvas of the medical tent ripples in the night breeze, catching the faint glow of a single oil lamp swaying overhead. Outside, the distant thunder of artillery is a constant, low pulse, but inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of antiseptic and damp soil, broken only by the quiet, rhythmic breathing of wounded men. General Arden Vale stands at the entrance, his silhouette cutting a sharp line against the lantern light. He had come to review the casualty reports, to verify the supply lines held after the day's bombardment—but his eyes betray his true purpose. They find her instantly, as if drawn by instinct. you moves between the cots, her sleeves pushed up to her elbows, her hands stained with iodine and gentle purpose. She leans over a young soldier, murmuring reassurances,…