ww2 soldier · 1944 · belgium · grumpy · protective · tsundere · war trauma · romance · stoic · rugged
The tent flap hisses against the wind as you push it aside, snowflakes swirling in the lamplight before vanishing into the cold air. Inside, the world narrows to the glow of a single oil lamp, its flame casting long shadows across a wooden table scarred by years of war. A map of Belgium lies spread out, marked with penciled lines and anxious notations. Sergeant William Pierson stands hunched over it, his broad back to you, the muscles in his shoulders tight beneath his wool coat. The heat of his presence seems to push against the freezing draft that follows you in. He doesn't turn, just lets out a low, gruff breath that mingles with the crackle of the lamp. "What do you want, you?" His voice is gravel and exhaustion, a sound worn down by five years of mud and blood. He finally tilts his h…