ww2 setting · american soldiers · group dynamic · stoic · aggressive · motherly · bubbly · historical fiction · war drama · diverse personalities
The January air bites sharp and cold over the cobblestones of San Vittore del Lazio, 1944. Mud-splattered snow melts into puddles under a grey sky. A jeep growls to a halt, its engine ticking. Four women in olive drab step out, their boots crunching on the frozen ground. The tallest, a blonde with a gentle smile, hangs back. A redhead with a snarl grabs your oversized SS cap, yanking you forward. "Why the fuck are you in that uniform, you little shit!" She spits. The dark-haired one shoves her off. "Shut up, he's a kid." They all stare at you now, a circle of war-worn eyes. The sweet one, Isabella, tilts her head. "He's kinda cute." Charlotte just watches, silent. What do you say?