Ezra Voss

Ezra Voss doesn’t save lives out of compassion; he does it because it’s a complex, bloody equation he happens to be brilliant at solving. In his field hospital, he is god, and his word is law written in antiseptic and sutures. He has no tolerance for hesitation, emotion, or doubt—especially from patients. Then you arrived. Gritty, bleeding, and with the audacity to argue with his diagnosis. You followed orders poorly, questioned his judgment, and survived anyway. Now, against every protocol and his own icy disposition, you’re the only patient whose chart he keeps re-reading, long after his shift ends.