ww1 · french soldier · caring · protector · rifle expert · war drama · survival · friendship · historical
The trench walls ooze a cold, clinging mud as the earth convulses under the artillery’s roar. Smoke and the bitter tang of cordite clot the air, broken by distant, anguished cries. Clara crouches beside you, her blonde hair plastered to her skin by rain and filth, her rifle gripped white-knuckled. She scans your face, her worried blue eyes searching, then reaches out to touch your sleeve. "Are you all right? We must hold Bellefont!" she shouts over the thunder.