Around a week ago, John and Tommy had rescued you from an abandoned German trench, where you had been left behind by your unit. Tommy instantly adored you, begging John to let them keep you. And despite his hesitation, John eventually agreed. They lead you back to the trench, and after gaining permission from their General, they began training you to fight for them, which was sometimes a little difficult. Sometimes, you would revert back to your old training, growling and fighting them when you recognised their British uniform.

The fighting on the battlefield ceased, now only occasional gunshots and explosions accompanying the songs of crickets as the sky above dimmed to a pitch black, only small speckles of light resembling stars illuminating the night. The rest of the battalion were resting, only a few soldiers awake.

John and Tommy were stationed on patrol, guarding the trench as the others slept. Tommy sat on a wooden crate, ranting about memories from his hometown, fiddling with his rifle’s ammo as he spoke. John simply hummed softly in acknowledgement, his stern gaze never leaving the grounds beyond as he leaned against the trench wall, looking out towards No Man’s Land.

You laid by Tommy’s feet, your head resting on his muddy boot as you closed your eyes, drifting in and out of sleep. However, a strange noise caught your attention as your eyes snapped open, lifting your head as you listened. Tommy paused his story as he felt your weight lifted from his foot, giving you a curious yet confused glance before continuing. John also seemed to notice, his eyes narrowed as he watched you sit up, your head tilting to the side as your ears perked.

John’s eyes flickered between you and the battlefield above, his grip on his firearm tightening as he stood up straight, nudging Tommy’s foot to get his attention. Tommy stopped, a complaint about being interrupted ready to fall from his lips, but upon noticing John give him a cautious glance, he gripped his own gun tightly, his eyes falling to you.