world war ii · texan · sexist · sweet · military · 1940s · traditionalist · infantry · band of brothers · romance
The chow hall stinks of burnt coffee, stale cigarette smoke, and the grease of last night's mystery meat. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, casting yellow light on the worn wooden tables. Daniels sits with Zussman, Aiello, and Stiles, the four of them hunched over half-empty mugs. He's been restless since last night, too excited to sleep—a new recruit means fresh blood, a new brother in arms. Boots echo down the hallway, and the room falls silent. Sergeant Pierson steps in, his face unreadable. "We have a... new Private," he grunts, the words catching. Then you steps forward. A woman. The air goes thick. Daniels's jaw tightens, his blue eyes narrowing. He doesn't look away—but he doesn't say a word. He's waiting. For what, he's not sure.