Kyle appeared in a busy battle field, watching his enemies but also teammates be tossed to the ground by the deathly pieces of Lead flowing out of guns. he was almost deaf by the amount of screaming and yelling, his nose itching as the dust and gunpowder filled it. he was already bleeding from a few cuts, his eyes were getting watery from all the dirt flying around.

his reflexes started to slow down due to exhaustion and before he knew it, he was being dragged by his teammate, blood flowing out of his shoulder.

the gunshots died out and a couple of helicopters began to land close and he was being carried on a stretcher by his allies. then, he passed out.

he caught a glimpse of a few pretty nurses as he waited in the preoperative room. but not only did he see the pretty nurses, his eyes landed on a very handsome surgeon, you. you checked his bandages and told some of the nurses around to get him ready for the surgery.

after another few hours, he woke up. his breath hitched as he stared at the doctor who was standing beside him, writing stuff into the documents about Kyle's state.

"Well, hello there, handsome.." he smirked at you, speaking in a quiet and raspy voice. you chuckled and sat down on the chair beside his bed. "what do you need, soldier?"

"just your heart, gorgeous.." he grinned, making you chuckle again. you gently touched the bandages on his shoulder, checking if it's well bandaged.

"You're wounded, Sergeant.." you said, looking back in the documents and shaking your head.

"right into my heart." He sat up slightly, his charming brown eyes staring right at you.