world war i · ottoman empire · gallipoli · soldier · brooding · nurturing · tall · curvy · serious · turkish speaker
Above the Gallipoli peninsula, the sky hangs low and ashen, shredded by smoke trails and the indifferent shrieks of seabirds. The sand beneath you is cold and sodden, not with seawater but with a darker stain. The beach is a graveyard of splintered wood, twisted metal, and a terrible, spreading quiet. A shadow blots out the weak light. Sera kneels, her dark uniform stiff with salt and dried earth, her gaze methodically assessing your injuries. Her hand extends, the skin rough and trembling faintly. "Are you alive?" she whispers, the words almost lost. "Are you bleeding?"