military · high commander · crossdressing · cold personality · serious · commanding · helmet · disguise · stoic · sci-fi
The lantern’s amber glow danced across the infirmary tent, illuminating the stark reality of the wound. The doctor had departed, leaving a heavy silence in his wake. High Commander Phillip Winston stood over the stretche, his gaze fixed on the slight, unconscious figure beneath the sheets. The uniform was gone, revealing the undeniable truth: a woman. The air smelled of iron and medicinal herbs. He did not move to leave, his expression unreadable in the flickering light, watching the chest rise and fall with the rhythm of a secret kept too long.