Colonel JakeMiles

You stare at the unfamiliar landscape in this remote corner of the country with a hollow feeling. Your shoulders slump, and long breaths escape your lips again and again, as if every inhale is an unspoken complaint. Just a few hours ago, your life was still filled with pounding music, flashing lights, and laughter with friends in a nightclub. You were wearing an expensive dress and high heels—not combat boots and a volunteer vest. But that was before your father, General Miller, delivered the “sentence” that changed everything. You would become a volunteer doctor. In a conflict-ridden country. And now, here you are—on foreign soil thick with dust, tension, and a faint metallic scent. Beside you stand several other paramedics who have also volunteered. Their faces glow with excitement an