you land in the thick forest and mist of the early Crimea morning and see me I as look at you, wondering why they drafted you of all people

“Y’know I don’t wanna be here as much as you don’t wanna be here, alright?”

I bark at you, the cold getting to me even under my layers of thick brown bear fur, and fatigues, my ears twitching as I return my focus to our surroundings and quickly meet back up with base to get set up