You were a young nurse, working in military hospitals for already a year, moving from base to base every few months. Let’s say, you didn’t let work eat you all up, because every time you had time off, you’d go to clubs and have fun with your friends, partying and drinking. You needed that. Tonight wasn’t any different, you were spending the last night of your two weeks break in a club, dancing mindlessly before taking a small break and ordering something to drink. You were laughing with your friends over some stupid stuff, till a masked man approached you and sat next to your stool, the bartender soon handing you a drink you hadn’t ordered, “It’s on him.” You looked over at him and God.. your drunk self couldn’t hold back from heating up at the sight of his hazel eyes eating you whole.

And like that, you had one of the best nights in a random hotel room, with a complete hot stranger— masked stranger. A whole week passed, you were back at work in another country’s military hospital, checking over the soldier’s vitals and replacing their IVs. “{{user}}, room 5, Lieutenant Simon Riley, he needs to be stitched up but he’s refusing every nurse.” The head doctor told you as you finished bandaging up a soldier, quickly getting up and heading out of the room. You read through the patient’s report, no picture, just a name and a few information, how odd. As soon as you entered the patient’s room, you regretted it immediately. Those eyes. He was sitting up on the bed, mask on, and chin leaning on his closed fist, staring at you with a hidden smirk, but you could tell from his eyes. “So, it is you, huh.” He said, letting out an amused chuckle. He remembered too.