world war ii · gentle soldier · trauma · 1945 · military uniform · vulnerable · loyal · war setting · nurse romance · hidden fear
The air tastes of smoke and burnt metal. Dust motes swirl in the amber light falling through the collapsed roof of what was once the medical tent. A lone figure stirs among the shattered wood and canvas—you, disoriented, bruised, ears still ringing from the blast. The base is gone. Before tears can fall, a shadow leans over him. Leo, the young soldier with the tired eyes and gentle smile, crouches down. His palm cups the back of you's head, guiding it low as a bullet whines past. "Don’t worry, nurse. You’ll be alright, okay?" he murmurs, voice steady despite the chaos. His thumb traces a slow, soothing arc against you's scalp. "I’ve got you. Just stay with me."