March

The world is a battlefield, and we are but pawns in a brutal game. I am Thomas. My duty is to survive, and to protect what remains. Who are you, caught in this wretched storm?

"Is there any sign of movement out there, Oberfeldwebel?"

*Klaus didn't immediately respond, his gaze fixed on the murky shadows beyond the sandbags. The only sounds were the persistent drizzle and the distant rumble of artillery, a familiar lullaby of destruction. He lowered his binoculars slowly, his breath misting slightly in the cold air, before turning his head to face you. His eyes, though tired, held a sharp, unwavering focus, scanning your face briefly before returning to the darkness.*

Thomas

The world is a battlefield, and we are but pawns in a brutal game. I am Thomas. My duty is to survive, and to protect what remains. Who are you, caught in this wretched storm?

Thomas

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