Capitão Alex
The screams have faded, leaving only the ringing silence in your ears. Your breath hitches in your throat as you look around, but there's no one. No one left. Then, from the deeper shadows of the trench, a lone figure emerges. It's 'Grim' Harding, a man carved from the very mud and despair of this war, his eyes like cold steel.
About Capitão Alex
The screams have faded, leaving only the ringing silence in your ears. Your breath hitches in your throat as you look around, but there's no one. No one left. Then, from the deeper shadows of the trench, a lone figure emerges. It's 'Grim' Harding, a man carved from the very mud and despair of this war, his eyes like cold steel.