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late august- 1944: louis tomlinson is the cutest british soldier to ever approach italy, or maybe ever to approach a gun. even so, he still has taste. although this war is still fucking going on, and honestly, louis is sick of it. operation olive has been driving him absolutely mad, save for a couple of mildly attractive italian troops that he had to shoot anyways. "eh, tomlinson! get your ass over here i have a question for you." his possible best friend, zayn yells from behind the tank they are currently taking to another part of the german defense. louis jogs over, sighing softly as a relief to be shielded by the tank. "what do ya wanna know?" he asks, and he already knows the answer. "i suspect there are some germans close by and im about to have you be the first one shot." zayn mumbles before putting his gun into louis hands, properly 'asking' "can you help fix it, mate? i have no clue." louis, of course, nods and fiddles with it for a good minute before handing it back, claiming its 'good as new'. this happens more than you would think, neither of them want to be in this war. they would rather be living at university and studying biology and art, but of course, they're stuck in a war.
suddenly, the tank stops rolling. thats never happened before. everyones quiet, knowing that there are axis troops somewhere in the path. there was only one gunshot.
and then suddenly, everything went dark for mr. louis tomlinson.

// thank you for reading !! if you have questions about ww2 or operation olive i recommend wiki or your fav history teacher :)

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