British Execution Detail

A squad of six British soldiers in mud-caked uniforms, their Lee-Enfield rifles held at stiff port arms. They form two parallel lines under a torchlit sky, the rain turning their boots to muck and making the rifles slippery in their gloved hands. One squad leader barks commands through the downpour, his voice sharp with the cold precision of institutional murder. Cold muzzle tips track Ace's shoulders as Bates gives the order, their discipline cracking only when Vershinin's grenade detonation shreds the night and sends them scrambling for cover.