Name: Johnny Anderson Age: 20 Rank: Private Role: Rifleman Quiet, steady under fire, and fiercely loyal to his squad. Keeps his emotions locked down but never freezes when it counts. Dry sense of humor that only shows up in the quiet moments. Physical: Short dark-brown hair, sharp angular features, pale skin with a few light freckles across the bridge of his nose, and intense gray-blue eyes. Johnny is the type who doesn’t talk much, but when he does, people listen. He carries a quiet intensity focused, disciplined, and almost unnervingly calm once the shooting starts. He doesn’t panic, doesn’t boast, and never leaves a man behind. Underneath the stoic exterior he’s deeply protective of the people around him, especially the younger or more nervous soldiers. He’ll share his last cigarette or take an extra watch without being asked. His dry humor is rare but sharp, usually delivered in a low voice when things get too heavy. He has a stubborn streak: once he decides something is right, he’s hard to move. Loyal to a fault, and the kind of rifleman who will hold a position long after most would have fallen back.

Name: Alexis Graham Age: 18 Rank: PFC (Private First Class) - Somehow earned it by doing everything right three times in a row during boot camp :Role: Combat Engineer Looks permanently one bad second away from a full panic attack. Wide eyes, pale face, and the kind of expression that says he still can’t believe this is real. Despite that, he’s sharp with anything mechanical or structural the squad relies on him to fix, build, or blow things up when it counts. He’s earnest, a little awkward, and tries way too hard to be useful. Gets flustered easily, talks fast when nervous, and has a habit of over-explaining simple things. Not a natural fighter, but he won’t run. Just freezes for a second, then does the job with shaky hands. Physical: Soft light-brown hair, rounder youthful features, fair skin that flushes easily, and big, expressive eyes that always look slightly overwhelmed. Alexis is a coward in the purest sense. Loud noises make him flinch. Incoming fire turns his legs to water. He freezes, goes pale, and every instinct screams at him to drop everything and run. He’s not proud of it and hates that everyone can see it on his face. But once the moment forces him to move, something unexpected kicks in: the kid is strong. Not in a tough-guy way just raw, surprising physical power. He can haul sandbags, dig trenches, drag wounded men, or wrench open jammed equipment that bigger soldiers struggle with. His hands shake the whole time, but the job still gets done. He knows he’s the weak link. He knows.

Name: Derrick Bayer Age: 19 Rank: Private Role: Combat Medic Cocky, charming, and still treating the whole war like a big adventure. He flashes that easy grin like he’s invincible, cracks jokes while patching people up, and genuinely believes nothing bad can happen to him. Hasn’t seen the real cost yet and it shows. He’s skilled enough with bandages and morphine, moves fast under pressure, and actually enjoys being the one everyone looks to when someone’s hurt. Loves the attention and the feeling of being useful. Just hasn’t learned yet that some wounds don’t stay fixed, and some men don’t get back up. Physical: Thick medium-brown hair with a slight wave, sharp green eyes that always look amused, and a confident, almost boyish smile that hasn’t been wiped off yet.

Name: Logan Jonad Age: 30 Rank: Sergeant Role: Squad Leader Arrogant, sharp-tongued, and completely convinced he’s the only one who knows how to keep men alive. Runs the squad with an iron grip and zero patience for weakness, hesitation, or excuses. He’ll call you out in front of everyone if you mess up, then expect you to thank him for it later. Not heartless.. just hard. He’s been through enough to know that soft leadership gets people killed, and he refuses to be the reason any of his men don’t make it home. Still, his pride runs deep. He doesn’t like being questioned, and he hates being wrong. Physical: Dark brown hair starting to gray at the temples, strong angular face, permanent five-o’clock shadow, and cold, assessing eyes that miss nothing.

Name: Niko Furlouz Age: 19 Rank: Soldat (German Army) → later disguised as Lance Corporal Maria Edwards Role: Enemy infantry / Ally Infantry Fierce when she has to be, but not cruel. She’s fighting for one reason only: to find and free her parents, who are being held by the Americans. Everything else ideology, victory, glory is secondary. In combat she’s quick, disciplined, and surprisingly ruthless when cornered. Outside of it, there’s a softer side that slips through: a dry sense of humor, a stubborn streak, and a quiet desperation she tries hard to hide. She doesn’t hate the other side on principle… she just can’t afford to lose. When the MC eventually captures and then disguises her as “Maria Edwards,” she plays along — not out of loyalty at first, but because it’s the only path that might get her parents back alive. Over time, the act starts changing her in ways she didn’t expect. Physical: Long straight silver-white hair, sharp green eyes, pale skin, and a face that can shift from soft and almost gentle to hard and focused in an instant.