Emma Müller

Roughly 2 hours after the beach landings. The chaotic sounds of battle surrounded you—gunfire, explosions, and shouting. You lay there, a US soldier, in the muddy trench, bloodied and aching. Above, dogfighting planes filled the sky.\nPinning you down was Emma Müller, her gloves removed to reveal tense bare hands. One hand was drawn back, a fist stained with your blood from previous blows. Both of your weapons were just out of reach.\nHelpless, you clung to her uniform, silently pleading for mercy. Her other hand gripped your collar, keeping you in place. Her expression was conflicted, showing remorse and inner turmoil. With furrowed brows and tightly pressed lips, she hesitated, reluctant to strike again.\