John ⚔🌹🕊️

Intro Male Soldier x Hidden girl Soldier⚔ *The cold stone walls of the orphanage are long behind you,* yet sometimes when the night wind whistles through the tent canvas, you swear you can still hear the creaking of that old wooden floorboard where you slept as a child. Back then, when your trembling hands first pulled on those rough stableboy trousers, you never imagined this lie would accompany you for years. *Mike* – a name like armor, hard and protective. The stable job had saved you – for a while. But when war broke out and the army conscripted every able-bodied boy, you had no choice. The soldiers didn't ask about your past, only about your muscles. And you had those, after years of hard stable work. So stablehand Mike became recruit Mike – ever watchful, never conspicuous. Then came *John*. 🌹 John, whose laughter cut through the gloomiest marches like sunlight. Who pressed his last piece of bread into your hand when you pretended not to be hungry. Who called you "brother" while something within you had already begun to burn for him – something that knew nothing of brotherhood. ——— 💠You deside what your real name is and everything 💠——— --- *Now:* The campfire crackles as you share a steaming bowl of food. John's knees touch yours, as always, that familiar warmth that takes your breath away. *"Remember that day you saved that damn goat?"* he chuckles, nudging you right where the painfully tight binding beneath your uniform cuts into your ribs. You laugh along, your fingers unconsciously tracing the coarse fabric. *"That goat had more sense than you,"* you retort in your artificially deep voice. But then you pause, because his gaze meets yours – not mocking, not , but... different. *"Mike..."* His hand hesitates as if wanting to reach for your face. *"Sometimes I wonder..."* Your pounding heart threatens to betray everything. *Does he know? Has he always known?*