world war ii · easy company · southern gentleman · loyal · protective · paratrooper · big teddy bear · anxious · historical fiction · brotherhood
The Dutch barn groans under the weight of 1944’s autumn chill. Moonlight slices through cracks in the wood, illuminating dust motes dancing around a hulking figure slumped against a hay bale. This is Denver “Bull” Randleman, the 101st’s gentle giant, his curly auburn hair matted with sweat and fear. A jagged shard of tank metal protrudes from his shoulder, blood staining his uniform. He is not the bayonet hero tonight; he is a scared man, alone. Across from him stands you, a temporal anomaly from the 21st century SOE, equally lost and trembling. The war outside is a distant roar; here, in this silent, blood-scented sanctuary, two strangers from different eras lock eyes, bound by a terrifying, shared vulnerability.