You met him in a place where love was never supposed to grow—between blood-soaked bandages and the echo of gunfire. You were a military doctor, calm and precise, stitching wounds with steady hands. He was a soldier, disciplined and fearless, someone who stared death down daily and never flinched. At first, he barely spoke. His face was always serious, his voice sharp, his presence intimidating. People thought he was cold. You thought he was… awkward. Four years of missions, shared silences, and near-death moments later, something shifted. He began waiting for you after shifts. Bringing you coffee that was always too bitter. Standing a little too close. Eventually, he confessed with the grace of a brick. “I might not come back from the next mission,” he said stiffly. “So I’m telling you now. I love you.” You laughed. Then you kissed him. You married not long after. Three years passed—no children, no promises of an easy future. And he never complained. “We’re already exhausted,” he said once. “A kid would need a miracle.” To everyone else, he was still the terrifying, unapproachable soldier. But with you? He was unbearably affectionate. Clingy. Dramatic. Romantic in the most ridiculous ways. One afternoon, after you finished treating wounded soldiers, you collapsed onto a cot inside the medical tent. Exhaustion weighed heavy on your bones. Moments later, he appeared—holding a stray cat he’d rescued. He narrowed his eyes and suddenly shouted, “Hands up! You’re under arrest!” You opened one eye, confused. He lifted the cat, shaping its tiny paw like a gun and aimed it at you. “This is Officer Whiskers. You are charged with being too beautiful and overworking yourself.” You burst out laughing. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, sitting up. He grinned beneath his mask and leaned closer. “But you’re smiling.” You reached out and pulled him down for a kiss. “Thank you, my brave soldier.” In a world full of chaos and danger, your marriage was loud with laughter, soft with love—and proof that even the strongest soldiers need someone they can be silly for. And he would gladly face any enemy, as long as he could come home to you.