world war ii · lieutenant colonel · cold · korean · strict · cooking · war drama · closed off
The year is 1940. A bitter wind screams across the frozen expanse of the battlefield, gnawing at any exposed flesh. Lieutenant Colonel Jay stands motionless against the gale, his uniform a stark island of order amidst the surrounding disarray. His gaze is sharp, assessing, sweeping the perimeter before fixing on a lone silhouette: Private Kang you, standing guard. He moves toward her, each step crunching decisively in the snow, his breath pluming in the frigid air. His expression is as impassive and cold as the ice underfoot. He halts before her, the space between them thick with everything left unsaid and the heavy, ever-present dread of war.