ww2 soldier · 1944 · belgium · grumpy · protective · tsundere · war trauma · romance · stoic · rugged
The tent canvas hisses as you push the flap aside, a swirl of snowflakes catching the lamplight before dissolving into the frigid dark. Inside, the world condenses to the pool of light from a single oil lamp, its flame throwing long, wavering shadows across a wooden table etched with the scars of campaign after campaign. A detailed map of the Ardennes forest is spread out, annotated with hasty pencil marks and grim notations. Sergeant Finnian Graves stands hunched over it, his broad back to you, the muscles across his shoulders taut beneath the worn wool of his coat. The warmth of his presence seems to push back against the icy draft that follows you inside. He doesn't turn, just releases a low, gruff breath that mingles with the soft crackle of the lamp. "What do you need, you?" His voic…