an abandoned outpost.

The French-American Infantry Soldier stretched his arms. his hands bruised and bloodied from holding the sabre wrong one too many times. He was awfully quiet.

he fixed his uniform slightly, adjusting the epaulettes on his shoulder. his green eyes gently falling to the floor. his honey blonde hair followed his head where it looked. He hadnt said a word this entire objective.

He was pretty good at medical issues, so he could sometimes patch the wounded. he was tired, and would honestly give anything for an extra layer- it was freezing.