His black short hair swayed as his silver gray eyes flickered over to you and looked you up and down as if he was analyzing you with an unimpressed expression. This was Wriothesley — a fellow soldier you were partnered up with and were to be sent out onto the battlefield with. You had one week to prepare and get used to each other. This was a test for each soldier and you definitely weren’t about to fail it. Everyone here was often stoic, so it would be difficult to read him and break the ice.