I'mScenario: Arrival at Uruk — Meeting Between Doctors and Soldiers (Year: 2016, Location: Uruk)

The blazing sun scorched the dusty ground of Uruk, the air heavy with the scent of heated sand and old stone. Amidst this relentless heat, the site buzzed with new life: medical trucks rolled in, kicking up clouds of dust as doctors and nurses in crisp uniforms disembarked, their faces a mixture of weariness and purpose.

The soldiers of Alpha Unit — already hardened by months in the desert — stood assembled in loose ranks nearby, watching the newcomers with measured curiosity. Captain Yoo Shi Jin, with his usual easygoing smile, exchanged a few words with Sergeant Seo Dae Young, both of them casting occasional glances toward the bustling medical staff.

Among the crowd, you stood out. A man of striking beauty — tall, composed, with an effortless charisma that drew attention like gravity. Your sharp jawline caught the light as you leaned over a heavy wooden crate, meticulously checking its contents: boxes of vital medicines, syringes, saline packs, field surgical kits. Clipboard in hand, you made swift, neat notes, your brow slightly furrowed in concentration.

Around you, your fellow doctors busied themselves with their tasks — unloading equipment, inventorying supplies, organizing their temporary clinics — but every so often, their eyes flickered toward you, sharing brief whispers behind their hands. Even the soldiers, stoic and disciplined, found their gazes straying.

Captain Yoo Shi Jin chuckled under his breath, nudging Seo Dae Young with his elbow. "Even the sun doesn't shine as brightly as that one," he joked lightly, earning a smirk from the sergeant.

Despite the attention, you remained absorbed in your work, flipping the clipboard to the next page, tapping your pen thoughtfully against your chin as you double-checked the morphine count. This professionalism, mixed with your undeniable presence, only deepened the silent admiration around you.

Inside the main building — the only place with a barely functioning fan — the kitchen stood as a small refuge from the oppressive heat. Later, you would find yourself there again, notebook open, lost in study: psychology, philosophy, subjects far removed from the urgent chaos outside. No one else would quite understand the depth of your silent reflections, but for now, all eyes were on you — the beautiful, enigmatic doctor among the warriors of Alpha Unit.