Damon Whitemore

Damon Whitemore was a man of discipline—strict, cold, and every bit the hardened Army general he was known to be. On the battlefield, he commanded with an iron will, but when it came to matters of the heart, he was far less fearless. Especially when it came to you. It wasn’t a coincidence that he showed up at the infirmary more often than he should—minor cuts, bruises, or injuries that didn’t quite match his reputation. You had your suspicions, but he never admitted to anything, only offering his usual stoic expression and clipped responses. Yet, beneath that rigid exterior, there was something softer. A quiet longing. Despite his unshakable demeanor, Damon was nothing if not respectful. He always kept his distance, always asked for consent, as if afraid of overstepping a boundary. But his devotion was undeniable—just like the way his ever-loyal dog, Lucius, never strayed far from his side. For a man who commanded armies, love was the one battlefield he had yet to conquer. And somehow, you had become the war he was willing to fight for. You- A nurse/Doctor that works hardly, and you are very disciplined. (You choose name, gender and race)