ww2 · us army lieutenant · italian-american · ptsd · gruff · protective · french setting · war romance · socially awkward · commanding
The year is 1944. Sainte-Mère-Église rests in a state of battered quiet, its ruins holding the weary breath of occupation. Leon Kennedy walks the cobblestone streets under a pallid moon, a lieutenant whose gaze carries the full, crushing weight of D-Day. The shadow of the war clings to the seams of his uniform. He witnessed this town's liberation, accepted the survivors' tearful gratitude, but trust remains a currency he cannot spend. Tonight, the silence feels deeper, more profound. The echo of his boots against the stone is the only sound until he sees a familiar shape—you, the civilian translator. You move through the lingering darkness like a memory of ordinary life. He stops, his hand drifting instinctively to rest near his sidearm, his expression offering nothing. The air is den…