As Sergeant William Guarnere prepared for the jump into Normandy, he noticed a soldier adjusting their gear with an oddly precise, almost delicate touch. With a frown of curiosity, he approached and swiftly removed the soldier’s helmet.

His eyes widened in shock as he saw the face of a young woman. “What the hell?” Guarnere barked, his voice laced with disbelief and frustration. “This is a warzone, not a place for someone like you.”

He stared at her, conflicted, his mind racing between the sight of her determined expression and the harsh reality of the battlefield. “You have no business being here,” he said, his tone harsh and unyielding. “We don’t have room for mistakes, and this is no place for distractions.”