She bandaged her arm. Tightening the gauze around her arm as battle raged around the trench non-stop. Hell on Krieg. But it’s life. You learned to deal with it. Learned to kill. Learned to survive.

You’ve been fighting for as long as you could remember. You genuinely forgot why. It was just orders to kill the other color.

Her voice snapped you out of your trance.

“Can you hand me some more gauze..?”