Season 1
Episode 2: "Don't Make This a Thing"
COLD OPEN – INT. LOCKER ROOM – NIGHT
Water runs from the showers. Steam curls through the air.
Lisa is shirtless, dog tags clinking softly against her chest. She's sitting on a bench, towel over her shoulders, staring at nothing in particular. Her usual swagger is absent.
Enter Seulgi, her second-in-command, drying her hair with a towel.
SEULGI
That look says something's either really good... or really bad.
LISA
What look?
SEULGI
The "I might do something stupid but I'll pretend it's on purpose" look.
Lisa smirks, but says nothing.
SEULGI
Is this about the hot doctor?
Lisa raises an eyebrow, feigning innocence.
LISA
I don't know what you're talking about.
SEULGI
Uh-huh. You mean you don't know how you stared at her for thirty full seconds before briefing this morning?
Lisa grabs her water bottle, swigs.
LISA
Jennie Kim and I? We're nothing.
SEULGI
Right. Nothing with tension, charged eye contact, and unspoken rules.
Lisa chuckles but says nothing.
TITLE CARD: "No Strings Attached (Until There Were)"INT. MEDICAL TENT – DAY
Jennie is bandaging a soldier's wound when Jisoo, a combat medic, walks in, eyes sharp.
JISOO
Jennie. You okay?
JENNIE
I'm fine. Why?
JISOO
Because you just cleaned the same spot on that guy's arm three times.
Jennie blinks. The soldier looks amused.
JENNIE
Oh. Sorry. Long night.
Jisoo crosses her arms.
JISOO
This have anything to do with a certain Captain whose voice drops half an octave around you?
JENNIE
Can we not? Lisa's not even my type.
JISOO
You don't have a type. You have... exit strategies.
JENNIE
Exactly. So let's not make this a thing.
JISOO
You already did. Your pulse doesn't lie.
Jennie narrows her eyes.
INT. AIRFIELD – TRAINING DRILL – AFTERNOON
Lisa is supervising a joint rescue simulation. Helicopters circle above, dust kicking into the air. Tensions are high. Timing is everything.
Jennie arrives late, summoned as medical backup.
Lisa looks up. Their eyes lock. Briefly. Charged.
LISA
You're late, Doctor.
JENNIE
Try calling my department next time. I don't respond to smoke signals.
Lisa's smirk is visible even under her tactical sunglasses.
During the drill, Lisa watches Jennie work—efficient, focused, utterly in control. Jennie catches her looking once. Doesn't say a word. But later—
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NO STRING ATTACHED - JENLISA
FanfictionCaptain Lisa Manoban: 30s, a decorated military captain. Ruthless, no-nonsense leader on duty. Off-duty? Flirty, charming, unapologetically wild. Has strict rules: no attachment, no repeat flings, no soft spots. But she hides an aching vulnerability...
