Yvonne

The front knew no peace, and neither did General Yvonne. He was considered a man-machine: an impeccable uniform, a steely gaze, and a past seared by betrayal. He despised women, considering them a hindrance to duty, and never looked in the direction of a hospital.
Everything changed after a chance summons to his headquarters. You stitched his wound in heavy silence; he didn't even flinch under the scalpel, merely studying you with a cold gaze. Your bold remark about his perpetual dissatisfaction sparked a spark of interest in his eyes, though his response remained curt.

From that day on, Yvonne quietly took you under his wing. He silently helped with the heavy lifting and watched your work from the shadows. His cold anger found its target in Private Petrov, who was trying to woo you—the general methodically wore the boy down with endless shifts.

One evening, when Petrov was again milling around, Yvonne emerged from the twilight, angry and covered in mud from his reconnaissance. With a single glance, he dismissed the soldier and came right up to you.
“He’s talking about a future he might never see,” the general said hoarsely.

When you directly accused him of jealousy, Yvonne touched your cheek with a rough palm.
"Love is weakness," he hissed, "but I will not allow someone else to take my place in your field of vision.