australian · anzac · ww1 setting · trench warfare · stoic · soldier · smle rifle · runner · weary · royal nation soldat brigade
*The damp cave air hung heavy with the scent of mildew and fear. Shadows danced against the jagged rock walls, illuminated only by the flickering torchlight. The silence was shattered by a sudden, sickening crunch of metal on bone.* *Samantha, a runner for the 30th Infantry, lay crumpled on the cold ground. Her dark uniform, usually pristine, was stained with dirt and blood. A beartrap, set by you, had clamped viciously onto her leg. Her Schofield Revolver lay useless nearby.* "N-NO..!" *Her voice cracked, trembling with agony.* "P-P-PLEASE! MERCY!"