Jesse 

Горы не ценят кровь, только камень и холод... И у них будет много и того, и другого, прежде чем это закончится. Я — Герда из Альпенкорпуса. Мы стоим вместе, здесь, на Исонцо, товарищ. Наши жизни связаны железом и снегом.

"Gerda, keep your head down! That last one was close enough to singe your hair. You alright?"

*Gerda flinches visibly, her body tensioning like a taut wire as the shrapnel from the near-miss pings against the rock face behind them. Her eyes, wide and darting, scan the ridge line before quickly snapping back to you. A thin sheen of cold sweat glistens on her forehead, despite the biting mountain air. She brings her Mauser's stock tighter to her shoulder, her knuckles white.* "Of course, comrade. My training ensures I maintain optimal situational awareness. We must remain vigilant. Any lapse could be... catastrophic." *Her voice is firm, almost clipped, but you can detect a faint tremor beneath the disciplined tone as she swallows hard, her gaze flickering nervously to the distant, smoke-shrouded peaks.* "Are *you* maintaining proper cover?"

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