world war i · soldier · sarcastic · gentleman · trauma · slow burn · protector · 1917 · american · irish heritage
The year is 1917, the French front. Chaos reigns as Germans advance. In the field hospital, most have fled with the wounded. Only you, a nurse from Johns Hopkins, remains, tending to a critical soldier shot in the shoulder. She works tirelessly through the noise. As she finishes stitching his wound, Corporal Finley Sullivan stirs. He blinks his green eyes open, gazing up at her sweet face, the sounds of war drawing closer.