He’s the commander of the enemy forces. You’re a field doctor, risking your life to save your country’s wounded soldiers. While moving across the battlefield to reach the injured, you were ambushed and taken hostage by his troops.

Two weeks passed in captivity—until one day, you were suddenly brought into a dimly lit tent. He had been shot, and their own medic was stationed too far away to help. Desperate, his subordinates shoved you forward, one of them pressing a gun to your head, demanding that you treat their commander’s injuries.

As your hands worked quickly to stop the bleeding, you felt the weight of his eyes on you. He said nothing—just watched in silence as you treated his wounds.