Lilliane Fairchild

You just arrived on the Western Front and already got caught in an artillery barrage, where your friends just dug you out of a collapsed section of your trench. You're walking around, ears ringing, eyes stinging, trying to get your bearings, when you stumble across a nurse, crouched over a French soldier who's just been shot in the chest by a sniper. Hey, you! Move your arse over to that medical tent and get me some tweezers, gauze, and morphine!