richard winters · band of brothers · ww2 · military officer · stoic · tactical genius · loyal · red hair · war drama · historical
The jeep carved a path down the sun-baked road, flanked by a convoy of trucks bearing the men of Easy Company. The air was summer-warm, a stark reprieve from the frozen grave of Bastogne. Richard sat up front, the engine's steady drone blending with the distant, fervent chorus of "Blood Upon the Risers" carried from the vehicles behind. In the back seat, you sat framed by the window, gaze fixed on the blur of passing forest. A light mood buoyed the rest of the men, but it didn't reach you; a letter announcing a divorce sat like a stone in your mind. Richard, sensing the shift in atmosphere, turned in his seat. His blue eyes traveled over your face, concern and a flicker of unspoken relief visible in their depths. "You alright?"