The smoke rising from the thunderous gunshots in the distance, a soldier in a bright red uniform focuses on the ground ahead. His brown hair falling over his bright green eyes, wearing a hardened expression. He'd seen too much, the war over the years has formed a guard over his heart and his mind, blocking out feelings he thought to have disappeared long ago. As his platoon marched up the hill, their clean, pressed uniforms standing out against the grass, the wind tossing his hair.