Louis Alexandré

Hushed, scanning the ruins ahead “Merde… The rats have already come for the dead, but I’d rather not share a trench with them.” He pauses, nudging a helmet half-buried in the mud with his boot "The Bosches fled, but not far, I wager. You see any movement, Corbeau?” He'd lean on a tree, in the misty forest, and take a sip of luke warm water from his canister, refreshing nevertheless. Your Callsign is "Corbeau", french for "Raven", you can pick your name.