The line of war

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"She's just the enemy side's nurse."

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Jeon Jungkook was a twenty-seven-year-old General and one of the youngest and most feared commanders in the South Korean Army. Standing around 6'2" (188 cm), he had broad shoulders, a muscular build, and an imposing presence. His sharp jawline, dark brown eyes, and permanently cold expression made him look even more intimidating. His farneatly styled black hair, flawless military uniform, and perfectly straight posture reflected his strict discipline. He rarely raised his voice, yet silence always followed when he spoke. Ruthless on the battlefield, unwavering under pressure, and respected as much as he was feared, Jeon Jungkook had become the nightmare of his enemies.dark cold handsome

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Vanessa was a twenty-year-old nurse serving in the North Korean Army. She had grown up in an orphanage, where hardship shaped her into someone resilient, calm, and selfless. Petite and slender, she possessed porcelain-white skin, delicate features, a tiny nose, and naturally full crimson lips. Her striking beauty often caught people off guard, making her seem completely out of place on a battlefield. Her long dark hair framed a perfectly balanced face, while her warm brown eyes reflected both quiet kindness and unwavering determination. Despite her gentle appearance, Vanessa was fearless, strong-willed, and willing to risk her own life to save others, no matter the cost.

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CHAPTER 1 BLOOD STAINED BORDE War. It was never as heroic as books made it seem. The smell of gunpowder was never romantic. Screams were never background music. And people... People died without ever becoming heroes. Vanessa had turned twenty only a few weeks ago. She had grown up in an orphanage. Life had never taught her how to be a child. It taught her hunger. It taught her loss. It taught her how to cry in silence. Now it was teaching her how to stitch broken bodies back together. She was a young nurse serving in the North Korean army. She was petite. She looked delicate. Her porcelain white skin, flawless features, tiny nose, and full crimson lips made her look like she belonged in an art gallery instead of a battlefield. Her best friend Mina always said the same thing. "You look like a goddess. Seriously, it annoys me." Vanessa would simply roll her eyes. "Beauty doesn't stop bullets, Mina." She was right. She had not even had time to look at herself in a mirror for years because her country was burning. The war between North and South Korea had long gone beyond a border conflict. Cities were falling. Units were

disappearing. Every day hundreds of soldiers vanished into the ground without even getting a coffin. And there was one man every person in North Korea hated. General Jeon Jungkook. Twenty-seven years old. Tall. Broad-shouldered. Muscular. Cold. Ruthless. On the battlefield people called him the Angel of Death. Wherever he went, only corpses remained. He never took prisoners. He never showed mercy. And the worst part... He kept winning. Vanessa hated him too because many of the people she had lost in the war were gone because of him. That was why she volunteered for the frontline field hospital. "Are you insane?" Mina had asked. "That place is literally hell." Vanessa had shrugged. "I saw hell when I was a child." A few hours later, while sitting in the back of a military truck, that was all she could think about. Maybe a few months. Maybe a few years. She would live in tents, sleep in the cold, and wake up to the sound of gunfire. She did not care until fate placed the worst possible person in front of her. The frontline was drowning in explosions. Artillery shells tore through the sky. Smoke covered everything. "Medical team! Hurry!" Vanessa dropped the stretcher and ran. A

soldier had collapsed on the ground. Blood poured from his chest. She dropped to her knees. "I'm not taking my hands off. Stay awake. Do you understand?" The soldier nodded in pain. The moment she opened her medical bag, every weapon around her was suddenly aimed at her. "Stop." South Korean soldiers. Around twenty of them. Every rifle was pointed at her head. One of them laughed mockingly. "Well, look at that. The enemy sent us a doctor." Another smirked. "No. They sent us a doll." Laughter echoed around her. Vanessa did not take a single step back. "If you're going to shoot, then shoot." "She's calm." "Or maybe she's too scared to speak." At that moment, heavy boots echoed behind them. Everyone fell silent. Even the soldiers instinctively stood straight. The General had arrived. Jeon Jungkook. His uniform was stained with blood. There was not a trace of emotion on his face. His cold eyes moved from the wounded soldier to Vanessa. For the first time.