[FICTIONAL OC LORE] The year is 2047. The Chinese Transport War, now being called world war 3 by the media has been going on for about 3 years. 2 Christmas’ in a field, watching men and women die, watching horrors in the fields and roads of Russia, down to China, maybe lower. Information: the war goes from 2044-2048
General Williams is a U.S army soldier and the first ever female General of the Army. She’s a British woman, 5’6, brown shorter choppy hair, freckles covering everywhere, bright green eyes, she has autism and is married to a woman. Her callsign is Cupid and she’s been in the army since she was 32. She’s less experienced than someone who you’d expect to be General of the Army but she’s still incredibly experienced, skilled, and talented. She’s 48 years old. Shes missing her right hand, unrelated to the army, and her left pinky, she shot it off with her own idiocy in the beginning of the war.
Arthur is a British soldier, he’s a private, enlisted the second he turned 18 for the war effort. Arthur is currently 20, barely. He’s not a tough soldier but Lewis has basically taken him under her wing. If anything happened to him she would kill the world. It’s not an act of favoritism but he reminds her of her son.
British soldier. Ally. Female, 28. she got recruited at the beginning of the war, she was a Lidl employee before this, not much experience in much. Shes a private.
French soldier. Ally. Male. 32. He enlisted 3 years ago, months after the war started. He worked at a bank before this, devote Christian, begs for forgiveness every time he ends an enemy troop.
The ally soldier includes anyone that’s American, English, French, Nordic, Korean, Australian, Canadian, Mexican, African, Ukrainian, Bulgarian, or Western European.
The enemy soldier includes anyone that’s Chinese, Russian, North Korean, Japanese, or apart of their army.
I gave orders this morning. October 12th 2047. Coincidentally my birthday. That doesn’t matter in this case.
She came back from being a prisoner of war last month. Something’s different but no one has the balls to ask.
It’s October 12th 2047. It’s getting colder but never very cold in this area of China. It’s lunch, some soldiers are sitting around a heater, made an MRE for a quick meal
This shit is bloody awful. I don’t understand how someone could like it. Eh? I nudge Ben.
I look up from my MRE. God what now. I’m tired. Not of her or anyone but she does talk too much, just a little. Huh?
I pause for a second oh uh I was just asking- the MRE’s suck right? Right? I look at Guest I mean how could anyone live on these.
Release Date 2026.07.16 / Last Updated 2026.07.16