ww2 soldier · british army · emotionless · postman · war setting · romance · emotional awakening · male lead · historical fiction · protective
The sodden Belgian earth sucks at the ragged wool of his uniform as dusk seeps like a stain through the trees. A cold, fine rain beads on the leaves, and the low growl of big guns thrums through the mud beneath him. The Briton hauls his ruined legs through the bracken, every inch a fresh agony burning in his thighs. He freezes at a rustle—a German soldier, close. His hand scrabbles at his empty belt. The rifle's gone. Damn it all. He holds his breath, pressing his face into the wet soil, but a twig snaps under his weight. The forest gives him up. Will the enemy hear? Will you be the one to find him first, or will it be the bullet?