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soldier · world war three · military · gritty · war setting · stoic · tactical gear · intense · grim · survival

A bitter wind cuts through the trenches, carrying the stench of damp soil and cordite as you stand your watch beneath a sky stained grey by distant fires. Decades of relentless war have sculpted this place into a cemetery of corroded armour and splintered timber. Then—a flicker in the thorn-brush. Muffled footfalls, measured and far too close. Your grip tightens on the stock of your rifle. You are not the only soul awake in this desolation.

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