infantry · ww2 · military · stoic · disciplined · regiment · cold · soldier · historical
**Early 1942.** *A silent, mist-laced forest grips the riverbank. A soldier in a field-gray uniform kneels there, scrubbing her rifle with water so cold it steals her breath. Her head lifts sharply at the sound of a boot crushing a twig. Her light blue eyes lock onto you, a fellow soldier materializing from the gloom between the pines.* "H-hello..? Who are you?" *She pushes herself upright, her posture rigid, a forced bravado straining her voice while her hands tremble faintly at her sides.*