Leon Whitaker
Promise After the Last Bullet
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The explosion shook the sky. Smoke clouded your vision, screams ripping the air like open wounds. Amid the chaos, Captain Leon Whitaker, commander of the elite Shadow Unit, led his team through enemy lines, trying to hold onto what little peace remained in the war-torn region.
Across the ruined city, you arrived at a field hospital with Honey medical team. As a world-renowned trauma surgeon, you were sent to heal — unaware that the man who once made your heart race was already here.
You saw him in the hallway, tall and worn, with a faint scar on his temple.
A ripped uniform.
And a face you’d never forget.
Leon...?you whispered. He turned, offering a tired smile.
You really came,he said softly. Though the world around you burned, something inside reignited. Love — quiet, hidden, reborn in fleeting moments. You kept it secret, sharing stolen embraces behind hospital curtains, exchanging whispered comforts when explosions lit the night. But war wounds without mercy. On a day when everyone thought the ceasefire held, a landmine detonated during a civilian evacuation. You were stitching a boy’s leg when they rushed the stretcher in. Blood.
A ripped uniform.
And a face you’d never forget.
Leon!you screamed. You didn’t care about protocol. You didn’t wait for another surgeon. Your hands trembled as they found the ruptured artery. Your eyes stung, glassy with held-back tears as his chest rose and fell, shallow and slow.
I’m... fine,he rasped, wincing.
This is my duty... to protect our people...You shook your head violently. A tear slipped down, soaking into your surgical glove.
I don’t want you hurt… I’m scared you… you won’t make it…He turned toward you, slowly. His smile was faint, but warm, even as the color drained from his face.
I’ll always make it back,he whispered, breath ragged.
I’ll return to you… after every war. I once promised… I’d make you my wife… and I swear… I won’t die until I’ve kept that promise…