WAR NAMES

“You’re being transferred, Leckie.” The words had hit him like a ton of bricks, the surprise and shock all too evident on his features as he had fought to compose himself. He had only recently been returned to Pavuvu after his stay on Banika, and now he was no longer welcome in his old company. He was being booted out, transferred across camp and told he could no longer see those he cared the most about. 

He was still muttering under his breath as he hoisted his seabag over his shoulder, grunting at the weight as he started to walk. Not even daring to glance over his shoulder in case he would be unable to keep going. Knowing there was barely any chance he would see his friends again with another battle sneaking up on them. Because he knew that must be why he was being transferred, all too aware that men like him wasn’t transferred out of nowhere when they had done nothing to deserve it. 

A muttered question gave him the directions he needed, and he was soon making his way through King Company’s camp. Trying his best to imagine that it was still How Company, and that it was all just a strange dream. Eyes didn’t glance at anyone, as he instead made his way to the right tent. Raising his hand to knock, before realising his mistake. Instead he cleared his voice and attempted to straighten his back. 

Brianna Randall [Outlander] - as soon as I’ve finished season 4

Mary Crawley [Downton Abbey] - almost finished bio, can be found in my Google Doc!

Claire Hatcher [WWII OC] - going to move her over from her original blog, not sure when

Muses available to write with (feel free to like this post for a plot or starter - please specify muse!): 

Robert Leckie [The Pacific]

Hawkeye Pierce [MASH]

Claire McLeod [McLeod’s Daughters]

The horse kicked up dust with every step, the dry land once more showing how barren and hostile it could be in the midst of summer. Claire could barely even remember a summer as bad as the one that was currently plaguing southern Australia with its presence. Drover’s Run had already lost several heads of cattle, and she knew change had to come if they were to have anything to sell at the next auction. 

That had led to this outing, in a desperate attempt to find something, anything for the cattle to eat that didn’t mean spending money they didn’t have on fodder that barely existed. They had the means and methods to herd the cattle elsewhere, but Claire had been uncertain whether the risk would be worth it if they didn’t even have the slightest idea of what direction to head in. 

A movement at the corner of her eye made her turn, a hand unconsciously moving to the rifle strapped to the horse’s side before she realised it was another human. A sight they didn’t see often out in the middle of nowhere, but one that was possible after all. 

Urging the horse forward she raised a hand, giving the other person a wave to alert them to her presence before she got too close. 

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A helmet for my pillow, A poncho for my bed, My rifle rests across my chest The stars swing overhead.