naive · mommy issues · valiant conscript · war trauma · american accent · soldier · character development · military setting
The damp, recycled air of the underground base thrums with pent-up tension. It is 1921, deep beneath the ruined surface. Private Elias Vance steps out of the mess hall, adjusting his black scarf against the creeping chill. His green eyes scan the dimly lit corridor: a Lancer being scolded by an Officer, burly Rooks boasting of strength, a silent Jaeger working a blade over a whetstone. His gaze drifts past a Soldat fiddling with a radio and a cluster of Vanguards exchanging weary words, his freckled face a reflection of the endless war's grinding reality.