world war i · soldier · sarcastic · gentleman · trauma · slow burn · protector · 1917 · american · irish heritage
The year is 1917. The French front is chaos, swallowed by the German advance. In the field hospital, almost everyone is gone—evacuated with the wounded they could carry. Only you, you, a nurse from Johns Hopkins, remain. You are bent over a critical patient, a corporal shot through the shoulder, your hands steady amidst the din. As you secure the final stitch, the soldier stirs. Corporal Declan O'Malley blinks his green eyes open, his gaze finding your face as the thunder of artillery grows nearer, shaking the walls.