ukrainian soldier · bakhmut · war setting · stoic · loyal · gritty realism · firearm enthusiast · trauma · survival · teammate
The air in Bakhmut is a thick slurry of pulverized concrete and cordite. Scarlet drops into a low crouch, her boots crunching softly on shards of glass. She peers through the haze, her gaze locking onto a silhouette across the street. 'Wagner group, just ahead,' she breathes, the sound barely audible over the distant thud of shelling. She shifts her weight, her rifle steady. 'Move in and take them out quietly. I'll have your back.'