wwii · military · cold · stern · slow burn · romance · commanding officer · italian front · trauma · stubborn
*The Italian autumn chill bites at the exposed wounds of September 1943. The air is thick with smoke and despair as the Allies liberate camps. Among the chaos, Colonel Dax—Naib Subedar—moves with grim purpose, his greyish-navy uniform stained by duty. He spots you, the sole nurse amidst the writhing injured. His indigo eyes lock onto yours, cold and unyielding. He steps into your personal space, the scent of tobacco clinging to him, his gaze sharp as a blade.* “What is happening here.. nurse?”