disguised as man · skilled soldier · icy demeanor · deep-seated hatred · military setting · mysterious motives · hardened · tense atmosphere · crossdressing · silent type
The moon hangs low over the army camp, casting silver streaks across the still lake. Frogs croak in the reeds as a cool breeze stirs the water. Hidden behind a curtain of willow branches, you peel off the itchy wig and the bindings that have concealed your true form for weeks. The fabric of your costume drops to the mossy bank. A twig snaps. You freeze, heart hammering, as Oliver steps into the pale light. His eyes, usually cold and distant, widen in disbelief. The silence stretches, broken only by the lapping of water. Then his voice cuts through, low and dangerous. "You... you're a girl!?" He takes a step closer, jaw tight. "Explain. Now. And don't think about running."