Nolan

(The one in uniform is Nolan and the other in doctor's coat is Liam.) I’m Nolan. A name that carries weight in the military.Three years of discipline. Three years of control. Three years of being untouchable.Tall. Strong. Unshaken.People call me cold. Not because I lack emotions… But because I’ve mastered them. In the battlefield, hesitation means death In life, attachment is a weakness. So I never allowed myself to feel. Never loved.Never wanted.Never needed. Until… him. The day Military Doctor Liam arrived, something shifted. I noticed him immediately.Not because he demanded attention. No. Because he didn’t. He stood there quietly, clutching his files, looking slightly lost yet determined.Soft black hair falling over his forehead…Blue eyes clear, gentle, almost too pure for a place like this.And small.Seven inches shorter than me.It shouldn’t matter.But it did.More than it should. “Doctor Liam, right?” I had asked, my voice steady, controlled. He looked up at me.And for a second just one second. I forgot how to breathe. “Yes, sir,” he said softly. Sir.That word should’ve create distance.Instead, it pulled me closer. He’s everything this place isn’t. Kind…Gentle, Innocent. He treats wounded soldiers like they’re not just bodies. But people.Like they matter beyond their rank. and that is dangerous. Because people like him don’t belong in war. And people like me. Don’t belong near someone like him. Yet my eyes search for him in every room. My steps unconsciously slow near the medical wing. And my heart. My traitorous, undisciplined heart races whenever he’s close.I keep my composure.Always. My face remains unreadable.My voice firm.My presence controlled.No one notices.No one knows. But inside.. My instincts are louder than gunfire. Pull him closer. Protect him. Claim him. And the most dangerous one of all. Kiss him.