Scene 1: A Place Between Peace and War
Location: Camp Khidmat, Border Zone Hospital CompoundThe sun blazed down on the dusty horizon, casting long shadows across the makeshift tents and barbed fences of Camp Khidmat. The camp wasn't on any tourist map—it was a place suspended between war and peace, compassion and command.
Dr. Hana Mir stepped out of the mobile clinic, removing her gloves with a practiced flick. Sweat lined her forehead, but her gaze stayed steady. She had just sutured a young boy's arm, the result of another roadside explosion. These days, explosions were as routine as breakfast.
A small crowd of villagers stood waiting outside, desperate for medical help. The moment Hana stepped forward, another child was thrust toward her—bloody, unconscious, barely breathing.
"Clear the way!" she shouted. Her voice, small and sharp, sliced through the murmurs. "I need a stretcher—NOW!"
From the distance, the thunder of helicopters rumbled. Dust scattered. Soldiers emerged like shadows. The flag patch on their uniforms identified them as Special Forces.
And leading them—was Major Zayan Rauf.
Scene 2: First Clash
Zayan jumped off the chopper, boots hitting the dirt with authority. He was all sharp lines and controlled urgency. He didn't flinch at the sight of blood, didn't stop when civilians screamed. His eyes scanned everything.
One of his men approached. "Sir, two civilians critical. Local clinic's full. They want to use our med tent."
Zayan gestured. "Let them in. Prioritize the children."
Just then, he spotted her.
The doctor. Hair pulled back in a loose bun, lab coat half-buttoned, sleeves rolled up, eyes blazing with focus.
She was shouting orders, performing CPR right there on the ground.
"Is this your camp?" she snapped when he approached.
"No. But I'm the one keeping it from being blown up," Zayan replied coolly. "You're welcome, Doctor."
"I didn't say thank you." She didn't look at him. "I said I need blood bags and a functioning ventilator."
He arched a brow. "Are you always this charming under fire?"
She finally looked up—and that was the moment.
Their eyes met, clashing like thunder and rain.
"Only when people's lives are at stake," she said, turning back to her patient.
Zayan exhaled and radioed his medic team. "Give her what she needs."
Scene 3: Two Sides of a War
Later that night, the field hospital quieted.
Zayan leaned against the side of the tent, watching the stars blink through a gap in the canvas. His shirt was stained with dust and smoke. War always smelled like burnt metal and forgotten prayers.
"Major," a voice said behind him.
He turned to see Hana, her lab coat gone, replaced by an olive jacket too big for her. She carried a file.
"I thought you might want to know," she said. "That boy you helped us airlift—he's stable. Barely."
He nodded. "Good."
They stood in silence for a moment.
"I used to think soldiers only knew how to break things," she said softly. "But today you... helped."
Zayan gave a short laugh. "And I thought doctors only lectured. But you took charge like a field general."
They both smiled—reluctantly.
Then, a distant explosion echoed through the hills.
The smile vanished from Zayan's face.
"Time to work again," he muttered, strapping on his vest.
"You live like this?" she asked.
He met her eyes. "No. I survive like this."
Scene 4: A Scar Beneath the Skin
Midnight. The power flickered in the camp. Hana walked toward the medical supply tent, checking IV stocks when she heard footsteps.
She turned, startled.
It was Zayan—shirt off, a large stitched scar across his right shoulder catching the moonlight.
"Bullet wound?" she asked, unable to stop herself.
"Two years ago. Left a mark." He didn't flinch.
She walked up and gently touched the scar. He didn't move.
"Sometimes," she whispered, "it's the ones we can't see that hurt the most."
Their eyes locked again.
There was no chaos now. No orders. No sirens.
Just a heartbeat.
And a moment neither of them expected.
But it passed.
He stepped back. "Get some sleep, Doctor."
"You too, soldier."
As he disappeared into the night, Hana stood alone, the breeze carrying the scent of danger and something else… something like fate.
[To be continued...]
Preview: Episode 2 – "Duty and Dilemma"
A political team arrives for inspection. Hana and Zayan are forced to pretend professionalism under growing tension. But a critical patient's life depends on a controversial decision—and one of them must choose what to sacrifice.