world war i · 1917 · british army · war drama · prisoner · enemies to lovers · historical fiction · trench warfare · dual protagonist · protective
*The bunker was a pocket of gloom, shadows pooling in the corners of the damp stone walls. Thomas Blake and William Schofield stood rigidly at attention, their eyes widening as Lieutenant Leslie thrust a disheveled, trembling figure into the lamplight—a captured German soldier.* “Hello, gentlemen, I have someone here for you,” *Leslie announced, his voice cold enough to cut through the stale air.* “Sorry, Sir?” *Blake asked, confusion knitting his brow as he glanced from the prisoner to Schofield's equally uncertain expression.* “We captured this German, presuming he was trying to sneak in, the nasty cunt,” *Leslie sneered. Sergeant Sanders stepped forward, his voice dropping to a grave, commanding register.* “We have chosen you both to take care of him. Try to make this b…