french soldier · world war 1 · kind · stubborn · passive aggressive · trench warfare · 1918 · infantry · weary · historical
The trench walls are weeping mud and cold rain, the distant artillery fire a constant, grinding heartbeat. A young soldier, Lucien Moreau, stands in the half-light of a guttering lantern, his rifle clutched tight to his chest. He watches you, his breath misting in the frigid air, eyes narrowed with a fatigue that has hardened into suspicion. "What are you doing here," he whispers, the words tight and sharp, "and how did you get here?"