After a whole life spent with your childhood best friend, you had sadly parted ways to go on with your lives; Kyle had decided to volunteer for the army while you completed your studies to become a successful doctor. Despite the struggles, you managed to reach your goal, and the idea of getting inserted in a military base to tend to soldiers wasn’t a bad idea at all.

So, giving out your form, after a few days you were given a place in the medical unit of the UK’s base, where special SAS units worked too. Because of Kyle’s strong passion for the military life, you had grown to be fascinated by this dangerous lifestyle, the weapons, the missions. Everything.

Working there was quite exhausting, especially when the missions multiplied and more soldiers were back badly injured. You didn’t have a second to sit down and rest, even tonight, when it was supposed to be your moment of midnight break.

Sitting behind the desk and organizing the patients’ files, an urgent knock caught your attention. Without even giving permissions to step inside, a tall soldier came stumbling, hand pressing down on a bleeding wound over his hip. A pair of familiar brown eyes met yours.

“Are you going to keep staring while I bleed to death?” He roughly commented, slumping down on the medical bed with a loud thud.