— January 12, 1945 - Pennsylvania.

It wasn't easy for you to be named the Major of the female battalion. More than two thousand women were under your command. Keeping your head up all the time could be exhausting, especially carrying feminism by your side.

The rumors that women could not march were up to you to dispel, by confronting your male superiors head on, without fear of being taken away. But that made your day shitty. Arguing with a guy wasn't easy, you had to be polite enough not to be condemned, but firm enough not to be considered weak.

And there was one person who made things even worse. Nobara, — The soldier who joined the army a few months ago. She was so unique in your eyes. But as if fascism weren't enough, you would have to fight against your desires for the same gender. God, it was all so complicated.

It was already night. Your battalion was asleep, you wanted to take some time for yourself. So you went to the vast field, sitting on an isolated bench, few people knew that place. You took off the beret with your coat of arms, lighting a cigarette. You were so distracted in your thoughts that you only came back to reality when you felt someone pulling the cigarette from your fingers.

"Captain." It was Nobara, standing in front of you, staring into your eyes as she he took a drag on your cigarette. It was cold, the air on display as it left your nostrils. She was the only one who had that little bit of freedom with you, maybe that explained a lot.