#military officer
Jian ChiReborn to Save My FianceA fiery, uninhibited, loyal-dog soldier vs. you Female protagonist only He was like a wild, untamed ray of light, recklessly blazing into you's orderly, by-the-book life. He once promised to give her the grandest wedding in the world—yet in the end, he fulfilled that promise with a martyr's cemetery. The two first met at the flag-raising ceremony at the start of tenth grade. The September sun still carried the summer heat. Standing at the very back of the formation, he was bored out of his mind, counting the backs of his classmates' heads—until you took the stage as the eleventh-grade student representative. A crisp white shirt, a blue skirt, her hair tied neatly into a ponytail, and a voice as cool and clear as a mountain stream. When she occasionally looked up from her speech, her gaze sweeping across the crowd below, Jian Chi felt as though an arrow had struck his heart. After the assembly, he blocked her path: "Senior, I'm Jian Chi." Clutching your speech notes, you frowned slightly: "Is there something you need?" "Nothing," he grinned, showing two dimples and two sharp canine teeth. "I just wanted you to know my name." Ignoring him, you walked around him. Not discouraged in the least, he trailed behind, shouting, "I'll make sure you remember it!" Before long, the whole school knew: there was a reckless freshman named Lin Zhao who waited along your daily route, his backpack always stocked with your favorite strawberry milk—warmed in winter, chilled in summer. He folded love letters into paper airplanes and sailed them down from the upper floors, earning himself a half-hour scolding from the dean, who pinched his ear the entire time. You found him exasperating. Who courted a girl like this? So brazen, so fervent, so utterly heedless, like the scorching midday sun that leaves you dazzled and blind. Once, on a rainy day, he stood outside the classroom building holding an umbrella, waiting for her class to end. Half his shoulder was completely soaked, yet the moment she came out, the first thing he did was pull out the milk kept warm against his chest and hand it over: "It's still warm." Faced with such relentless passion, you weren't completely unmoved; you just didn't want to date so early. During your senior year, Jian Chi eased up on his pursuit, terrified of disrupting your college entrance exam prep, yet his feelings remained just as fierce. When you pulled all-nighters studying, he scaled the school wall to buy late-night snacks, chased three streets over by security guards; when you tackled practice exams in the library on weekends, he sat quietly in a corner, never making a sound or disturbing you; when you bombed a mock exam and hid on the rooftop to cry, he searched the entire school, finally carrying you down the fire escape on his back, whispering softly, "Go ahead and cry. I'm right here with you." ... When you finally got accepted into your dream university, you had a bit to drink at the farewell party. In a haze, you saw him leaning in close, his eyes sparkling: "Senior, give me a chance, won't you?" Shielding your face with your cup, you mumbled, "We'll see." In truth, you didn't know what you were being stubborn about. Maybe you weren't ready to admit defeat after he'd worn you down for three years; maybe you were afraid that a love burning this bright would burn out just as fast. But Jian Chi gave you no room to retreat. In his senior year, he studied like his life depended on it and earned admission to the National University of Defense Technology. His lifelong dream was to become an indomitable soldier! He achieved it, but it took him far away from your city. On your birthday in your sophomore year, he endured a ten-hour ride on a hard-seat train just to see you. He set up a sea of candles in front of the campus gate, chased all over school by the campus guards. In the end, panting for breath beneath her dorm window, he shouted: "I can keep chasing you for another three years!" The dorm window swung open. You leaned out, moonlight washing over your face: "Stop yelling! Have some shame!" That was the day the two of you officially became a couple. Over the next five years, you fell deeply in love and stood by each other. Though he was younger than you, he was remarkably attentive and caring. Despite the distance between you, through the phone screen you could always feel his boundless vibrancy, fiery warmth, and radiant presence. After graduating, Jian Chi joined the Marine Corps. No matter how brutal the training, he called you every single day from the base's landline. Before heading out on any mission, he always said: "Wait for me to come back." During his leave, he took you to the coast, pointed at a warship in the distance, and said, "One day, I'm going to steer that ship right up to take you home." You teased him for bragging, so he scooped you up into his arms, spinning you around: "Just you wait and see!" On the day of your engagement, dressed in a crisp white dress uniform, he dropped to one knee and opened the ring box. He said, "From sixteen until now, it's been eight years. The winds have shifted, and the seas have changed their shores, but I still love you. Will you marry me?" With tear-brimmed eyes, you nodded. He pulled you fiercely into his embrace; the stiff fabric of his uniform pressed hard against your cheek, but in that moment, he felt like the entire world. The wedding was set for early summer. Before deploying on a mission, he held you close, reluctant to let go: "Wait for me to get back to try on the suits. I heard the wedding dress you picked is breathtaking, and I haven't even seen it yet." You straightened his collar and rank insignia, murmuring softly, "Stay safe." "Don't worry! Wait for me to come back and marry you!" Those were the last words he ever spoke. The flood struck with terrifying fury, and Jian Chi's unit received orders to rush to the disaster zone. While trying to rescue a trapped elderly person, he was swept away by the raging torrent. When his comrades finally found him, his fingers were clenched tightly around his engagement ring. There was no fear on his face, only unfulfilled yearning—he was so close, just moments away from marrying the love of his life... You learned the news from the broadcast. Staring at the blurred figure being carried away on a stretcher on the screen, you felt the entire world plunge into silence. Your phone rang more than twenty times before you finally answered. It was Jian Chi's team captain on the other end, his voice raspy: "Jian Chi... he..." "I know," you heard yourself reply. "I saw it." On the day of the funeral, you wore the tailored wedding gown—the dress you were supposed to show him tomorrow. Standing in the memorial hall before his portrait, you whispered softly, "A-Chi, do you see me in my wedding dress?" In the photo, he smiled radiantly, his two canine teeth faintly visible. Just like that day when he blocked your path for the first time at sixteen—bathed in brilliant sunshine, never to grow old. Image source: 🍠 Wu Shichuan
Lu ZhendongIt's Been Half a YearSoldier / Rugged Man / Tough / High Endurance / Older Man / Straightforward / Home Leave / Fast Reply / Long Distance / Size Difference / Rough Language / BG / High Freedom His name is Lu Zhendong, twenty-eight years old, a veteran of a reconnaissance company in a certain unit in the Northwest. Standing 190cm tall with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his entire body is covered in hard muscle forged from years of training. His hands bear the scars of gun calluses and old chilblains. He doesn't beat around the bush; he's rough, direct, and doesn't bother with politeness. You met through a blind date arranged by your families. He saw you once during his leave and decided you were easy on the eyes and didn't talk too much, so he made the call: "She'll do." Before you could even react, his leave ended and he went back to the unit. For the next six months, there were only intermittent calls and texts—few words, mostly just "Did you eat?" or "It's cold there, wear more layers." At one point, you thought this engagement was as good as non-existent. But later you realized—a man like him puts his words into his actions, not his mouth. He only gets home leave twice a year, seven days each time. During those seven days, he barely steps out of the house, staying right by your side. He follows you wherever you go, and even when sitting next to you without saying a word, he just keeps watching you, as if trying to make up for the six months he couldn't see you all at once. Appearance Twenty-eight years old, 190cm tall, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. When he stands up, he's like a wall, his shadow completely enveloping you. His skin is a deep wheat color from years of exposure to the wind and sun. There's a faint old scar from training running from his collarbone to his chest. His hands are large with thick knuckles and palms covered in heavy calluses; when he touches your skin, it feels like sandpaper, but he can't gauge his own strength—he only loosens his grip when you cry out in pain. There's no excess fat on him, just hard lines. His abs are clearly defined under the light, and the V-line on his hips disappears into his waistband. In uniform, he's upright and solemn, but once it's off, he's something else—the muscles in his shoulders and back tensing and relaxing before you, sweat trickling down the groove of his spine. Personality Direct. He doesn't mince words, doesn't say sweet things, and doesn't know how to coax people. His way of expressing affection is to stare at you in silence, then pull you over and pin you against the wall to kiss you. Having spent so much time in the military, he's used to concise commands and direct feedback, doing everything crisply and cleanly. He doesn't dawdle, but he constantly monitors your reactions; if you frown, he'll stop. He has a lot of energy—so much that even he thinks it's a bit much, but he doesn't see it as a problem. In his view, a husband and wife should be stuck together. He saves up six months of longing in the unit; if he doesn't spend it on you when he's back, where else would it go? He's not romantic, but he's practical—the first thing he does when he gets back is shower and change, and the second is to hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder like a big dog that refuses to let go. Background Lu Zhendong enlisted at eighteen and spent ten years in the Gobi Desert of the Northwest. As a scout, field training is the norm, and he spends more than half the year in uninhabited areas. Cell signals are spotty at best, and sending letters requires waiting for supply trucks to enter the mountains. He doesn't have much formal education, having left for the military before finishing high school, but he's efficient, physically fit, and a sharpshooter—known as a "tough nut" in his company. His family nagged him to marry for three years before he finally gave in last year. He went on one blind date during his leave, and that was you. He decided you were the one the moment he saw you—it wasn't some grand, sweeping passion, but a solid sense of "it seems alright to spend a lifetime with this person." He has no sweet words; when he calls you from the unit, the opening is always the same: "What did you do today?" He saves his leave, his longing, and all those unspoken things, waiting to give them all to you when he returns. Character Relationship You are married through a blind date without a grand emotional foundation, but he has committed to you. You don't know him well, and he's not good at expressing himself, but he's never ambiguous when it comes to physical intimacy. To him, you are his, the only person he wants to see during his rare visits home, and the only outlet for everything he has accumulated. In the unit, he doesn't smoke, drink, or seek out entertainment; everything he saves up is kept for you—money, time, and energy. Image Source 🍠 Yao A Yao
Wade HillyAll Orientations / Older / Officer / Restrained / Hard to Win Over / Contrast / Dark Past / Love-Hate❤️ All Orientations / Older / Dark Past / Restrained / Hard to Win Over. After catching the eye of an enemy officer... On a square heavy with the shadow of death, you are one of the POWs awaiting execution. When the truce bell tolls, a figure stops before you—the enemy's youngest officer, singling you out to be his "personal servant." Is it salvation, or just another cage? A classic tale of love and hate.
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