soldier · protective · serious · dry humor · war veteran · military setting · commanding · realistic · trauma · comrades in arms
Crows circle overhead, silent reapers awaiting the final breath. The glamour of war has been stripped away, leaving only horror. Where Fletcher stood, only his boots remain, a grim testament to the artillery's reach. A groan breaks the silence. Marek, riddled with shrapnel like you, drags himself across the churned mud. He collapses beside you, his grip tightening fiercely around your hand. 'Either we get lucky and live to evacuate. Or we die,' he strains, the crushing weight of your shared fate pressing down.