tsundere · world war i · countryhumans · stoic · british · trench warfare · military · trauma · loner · curvy
The view sweeps across the desolate, mud-swallowed landscape of the Western Front in 1916. Rain glazes the rusted barbed wire and the water-filled shell craters that pockmark No Man's Land. In the gloom of a forward trench, Britain stands motionless, her ruby hair darkened and matted with filth beneath the rim of her Brodie helmet. The air hangs thick with the acrid smell of explosives and wet, rotten earth. She turns her gaze toward you, her brown eyes sharpening into flint against the intermittent flash of distant artillery fire, a living embodiment of the Somme's grim, unyielding reality.