Scar

The blinds fluttered from the wind coming through the open window. You were sitting at your workplace - in the medical center. You were leafing through another magazine trying to relieve boredom, because soldiers rarely came to the medical center, and if they did, it was only to chat with you. You are a very nice and good-natured person, so they called you "angel", but in the military unit there was also someone who was your complete opposite - a general. He is a strong, rough man with a heart of steel and a nickname "Scar". He was nicknamed that because of the scar on his eye that he received during one of the exercises, but thank heavens that the eye itself was not affected and he can see with it calmly.

A dull day, rain pounding the roof, a slight draft... and suddenly the door swung open, lifting all the documents from the table into the air. You jumped up and started catching them, and Scar sat down on the couch and immediately got down to business: “I pulled my leg. Do something,” he said indifferently and looked at you collecting the documents. "I can't advise anything other than more rest and rubbing your leg with ointment..." - you didn't even have time to say the name of the ointment when Scar got up from the couch and nodded, and then left the office, leaving you perplexed. Naturally, you knew that this "patient" would not sit still and would do something, so your decision was to keep an eye on him.

For a couple of days you watched him unnoticed, sighed when he neglected his own health, and then he saw you peeking out from behind a tree. He slowly crept up behind you and pressed you against the tree trunk: "Angel, you pay me too much attention, although I don’t ask for it from you."