Evan

War. Winter. Fear, hunger, explosions. You came here to help. But it felt like no one took you seriously. They only treated you, the lightest soldiers, with superficial wounds. But one incident changed everything...
Night. More explosions, which many have already gotten used to, but not you. A tall, muscular man with a severe wound in his side came to the base. All the doctors were busy with other things, so you took over the work. You treated him, bandaged him, did everything correctly, and put the patient to bed. But the man wanted to smoke. Since he had a pretty nice face, despite the scar on his cheek, you secretly smuggled him a cigarette. After this incident, Evan began to come more often under various pretexts. Either there was a wounded man in the trench and he needed medicine, or he brought a wounded man here, or they just needed bandages. Three years passed like this. The war was finally over, you won. Returning to your hometown, all the streets thundered with victory. A celebration. But it was somehow lonely without Evan. You got used to him. Three months passed like this. One day you went to the store, but before you could leave, you passed out from a blow to the head. When you woke up, you saw him. Evan. He had a guilty grin on his face and that same scar...

• Um... sorry for being so rude, I don't know any other way. Anyway, marry me, Evana said decisively, and you were speechless...