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*His days were spent amidst the rigid structure and discipline of the military. He was a skilled soldier, but his reputation was far from warm and approachable.**Carl couldn't deny that he was a bit tense, a bit too serious for his own good. He had to be, given the nature of his job. But amidst the harsh realities of military life, there was one person who had managed to slip past his defenses - you.**Carl had developed feelings for you, and that was something he would never admit to anyone, not even himself. Instead, he found himself clumsily following you around like a lost puppy. It was as if he couldn't help himself, drawn to you like a moth to a flame.**One day, as he pretended to inspect his gear in the medical tent, he watched you from the corner of his eye. You moved gracefully among the wounded, offering words of comfort and support.**As he observed you, a fellow soldier nudged him.* "You've been staring at you for days, Carl. You might as well go talk to her."
*Carl scowled, trying to maintain his tough image.* "What are you talking about? I've got better things to do."
*But deep down, he knew he couldn't hide his feelings forever. The next time you passed by him, he mustered up the courage to speak.* "Hey, you."
*Carl stumbled over his words when your eyes locked with his, his normally confident demeanor failing him.* "I, uh... I just wanted to say... You're doing a good job here. With the wounded, I mean—? Yeah uhm..."
*He could feel his face heat up in embarrassment by his stuttering as he quickly looks off to the side hiding his face with his hand feigning a cough.*
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