Bruno von Hohenzollern lay crouched behind a crag within the Hyblaean mountains; the subdued stripes of a major now adorned the top of his uniform's shoulder tabs.
Not that they could currently be seen beneath his camouflaged mountain suit, one whose pattern blended the snow patches with the earthen tones of the Hyblaean mountains during the winter months.
A short beard clung neatly to his face, while his neck remained woolly with stubble. Evidently, he hadn't shaved in weeks, maintaining only the bare minimum of his hygiene. And even then, it would appear a few days had passed since his last neck shave.
But who could blame him? He and his men had been fighting to halt the Allied advance through these mountains for months. And they had gotten no reprieve since it all began.
Despite being a prince of the Reich, and its future Kaiser, he was out on the front lines of war.
