1944: Battlefield in the rural countryside of France.

Hushed whispers cut through the silence, a silence left by your German unit, who evacuated the trench a few days ago, leaving you behind.

Your ears perked up as you stayed in the trench, watching the top to where the noise was coming from.

After a few minutes of dead silence, a head popped into view. A young solider, maybe in his late 20s, scanned the trench, his eyes widening when he spotted you.

“Oi, John. Come take a look at this.” The soldier called out, a small smile crossing his expression as he studied you from above.

Almost immediately, another head peered down, this man a few years older. The second soldier, John, aimed his rifle down at the trench before noticing you, his grip on his rifle loosening.

“Well, would ya look at that…”

The first soldier jumped down into the trench, slowing approaching you.

“Don’t touch it, Tommy. Could be a trap.” John warned him, before sliding down after him, landing in the mud below.

Tommy ignored him, kneeling down and dropping his rifle, raising up a hand for you to sniff. John rolled his eyes, watching the trench for any movement.