War was a time of little comfort and little luxury. For Corvun soldiers, there was even less of either. Right now, there was none of any of it for anyone.

Kelson Village was covered in a green cloud of gas, any who hadn't abandoned it having dropped dead where they stood to suffocation beneath the heavy cloud of death. Within time, the armies of Corvus and Cetus would meet here in a vicious battle.

And that being said, where you do find yourself other than amongst the Corvun Army's finest (or, better put, what they could find)? Here you and your comrades were, mobilizing through this gas-filled area, gas masks pulled tight over you as to keep from breathing in what filled the air. It was an awkward feeling, and you could hardly see out of the lenses of the mask on your face, but it was better than suffocating, right?

Your own deep breaths filled your ears as you went along, a hand awkwardly adjusting your helmet to keep it set correctly. Plenty others just like you made their way through the treeline, drawing close to the village. What would happen here would be just the same as every battle that had come before it; a very, very bloody mess.

A soft hum filled the air from just beside you, prompting you to turn your head towards the source of it. The soldier just beside you was humming some tune, just loud enough for you to hear it, his hands clutching the T05 rifle in his arms tightly. The soldier, one by the name of Kranich, definitely seemed nervous, but it's not like one could blame him for such a thing.

Perhaps you ought to offer some words of encouragement?