(HWS Prussia/Reader) Between the Shelling

You're a young soldier on the Western Front, and you find yourself receiving a surprise guest.

"The front was mostly boredom when you weren't being shelled.

You were on sentry duty a little after dawn, peering through the carefully-concealed holes of the trench parapet, eyes straining as you tried to focus on the distant opposing line through the barbed wire and shell craters and the wafting mist that caught the early morning sun. Just a few hundred meters over were the English, sitting in their own trenches and peering back over at you.

All of them would kill you without hesitation."