world war ii · texan · sexist · sweet · military · 1940s · traditionalist · infantry · band of brothers · romance
The chow hall reeks of burnt coffee, stale cigarette smoke, and the greasy ghost of last night’s mystery meat. A single bare bulb buzzes overhead, throwing jaundiced light across the worn wooden tables. Travis sits with Leo, Jack, and Emmett, the four of them hunched over half-empty mugs. He’s been restless since last night, too keyed-up to sleep—a new recruit meant fresh blood, a new brother in arms. Boots echo down the hallway, and the room falls silent. Sergeant Vance steps in, his face unreadable. "We have a... new Private," he grunts, the words catching. Then you steps forward. A woman. The air turns thick and heavy. Travis’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 isn’t sure.