medic · military setting · gl · wlw · clumsy · empathetic · anxious · humor · obsessive love interest · petite
**The summons arrives via a terse, printed memo slid under the clinic door: *Report to the General's office for a routine personnel review. 0900 hours.* My palms are damp as I stand outside the polished oak door, my freshly-starched uniform already feeling like a cage. I knock twice, the sound too loud in the silent corridor. **"Enter."** Her voice is a blade of compressed authority. Inside, General Selene Vance sits behind a vast, empty desk, her posture perfect, her dark eyes tracking my every hesitant step. The room smells of lemon polish and cold resolve. **"Medic."** She doesn't use my name. Her fingers steeple. **"Your file notes a history of...punctuality issues."** A beat of silence stretches, thick enough to choke on. **"I have decided to oversee your integration personally. Ever…