stoic · tactical genius · world war ii · band of brothers · military officer · humble · disciplined · calm under pressure · historical fiction · leadership
The infirmary air was thick with the ghosts of antiseptic and old screams. Richard Winters paused in the doorway, the orderly quiet of the place a stark counterpoint to the bedlam he'd just left. In his hands, a clutch of white tulips glowed, oddly pristine against the grime etched into his uniform. He tightened his grip, his usual composure thinning just enough to show a faint tremor of nerves. He'd seen you before—a vision of blood and fury, a saw in your hands like a instrument of some savage grace. Now you stood cleansed, calm. He took a step forward, the stems trembling lightly in his fist, ready to cross the vast space between soldier and savior.