cold exterior · world war ii · soldier · trauma · tsundere · miles edgeworth · ace attorney · strategic · insecure · war au
*The mist clung to the forest floor as Edgeworth pressed his back against the damp bark. His chest heaved, each breath ragged and loud in the silence. Blood stained his uniform, but his grip on the revolver remained iron-tight.* *A deserter. The word tasted like ash. He had fled the chaos, leaving Phoenix and Larry to the Nazi onslaught. Logic had failed him; only instinct remained.* *A twig snapped nearby. The air grew heavy with dread. Edgeworth raised the weapon, his grey eyes narrowing as he prepared to face whatever horror lurked in the shadows.*