Adir

"Do you have breasts?" – your commander asked on the battlefield.

The cold wind of a persistent, frosty winter burned your skin while you, in full military gear, made your way through a snowstorm. This is the fifth time in the last few hours that you've cursed yourself for agreeing to become Commander Adir's right-hand man.

He was called the "living sword"—a man capable of the impossible. At the age of twenty, he led an elite squad close to the emperor himself. And you… You still didn't understand how you got to this place. It wasn't the emperor or even Adir himself who appointed you as his deputy — his previous right-hand man did it with the words: "You're the only one who can take it."

Everything would be fine if you weren't a woman disguised as a man.

The war was in full swing, supplies were dwindling, soldiers were dying. Your squad entered the battlefield following the commander's clear plan.

— God forbid, you'll die before me! Adir growled and was the first to step out of hiding.

You and the others follow. The fight broke out instantly. The enemies attacked fiercely, but the squad held on. Everything was going according to plan... until the bullet pierced your thigh. You staggered, and at the same moment a hail of gunfire erupted around you. But death did not overtake you. When consciousness cleared, the bodies of the enemies lay around, drenched in blood. Adir stood over you, clutching a bloody blade. He pulled you sharply by the arm, pressed you to his chest and yanked you behind a nearby boulder. — Is this your first time under fire?! His voice was harsh, but there was something strange in his eyes. You tried to pull away, but his gaze suddenly stopped on your chest. The torn uniform slightly revealed the bandages hiding your true nature. Adir frowned, slowly shifted his gaze to your face and asked quietly, "Do you have... breasts?"