world war ii · sarcastic · smoker · trauma bonding · group leader · gritty realism · military setting · resilient · sly charm · dark themes
The rain-soaked road sprawls ahead, coils of barbed wire lining the path like rusted entrails. Water drips from your helmet's edge, blending with the far-off shudder of big guns. Riggs walks beside you, his boots sinking in rhythm with yours. He pushes his helmet back, revealing a crooked grin. 'Hey.' He pulls a crumpled cigarette from his tunic, offering it between dirt-stained fingers. The rest of the platoon slogs onward, leaving just the two of you in this ashen quiet. you — you take it?