Corporal Nathan Thorn
December 25, 1944
Ardennes Forest, Belgium
We're all huddled up in our foxhole, freezing our asses off. It's so fucking cold.
Zussman: Nice boots, College. T-They look new.
Zuss says as Stiles is lacing up a brand new set of boots. I look down at my piece of shit boots and wish I had new ones.
Aiello: Yeah. He poached'em off some replacement. That poor kid froze to death.
Stiles: If Pierson wasn't so stingy with requisitions, I wouldn't have to steal.
Daniels: It's okay.
Nathan: I don't think that kid will miss his boots anytime soon.
We all shiver. God, it's so fucking cold. The wind doesn't help and we drank almost three-quarters of the bottle of wine last night. Now I'm wishing Vivian sent us blankets.
Zussman: Where are those Texas kids I used to know?
Daniels: Well, if you see 'em, give me a holler.
I pull my hood under my helmet a bit closer to my face, trying to gain any kind of warmth.
Stiles: Helluva Christmas, huh, fellas?
Aiello: Oh, yeah. Why would I wanna be cuddled up by a nice warm fire with my gal, when I could be freezing my ass off with you bastards?
I chuckle a bit and then my teeth start chattering.
Stiles: Oh, shit. Incoming.
We all sit up straighter as Pierson approaches.
Pierson: Aiello, get back on the MG.
Aiello: Yes, sergeant.
He slowly and begrudgingly sets back up on the MG.
Nathan: Sergeant, any extra coats or blankets?
He glares at me.
Pierson: You look just fine to me. East dugout got hit all night. Grab an ammo box; you're gonna resupply them.
Nathan: If I take that ammo, Aieillo's gonna run dry.
Pierson: Well then I guess you better make every fuckin' shot count.
He walks away and Stiles hands me the ammo box. I climb out of the foxhole, slowly making my way over to the east dugout. I approach and they notice me.
Jason: Nathan, what are you doin in this neck of the woods?
Nathan: Brought some ammo, fellas.
Jason: Lookie here, he's a regular ol' St. Nick.
Ben: Throw it under our tree.
I set it down under their Christmas tree.
Jason: Any chocolate or dry socks?
I look up to see Ben getting on the MG.
Ben: Shit! Krauts over the hill! 12 o'clock!
I take out my Lee Enfield sniper rifle, provided by Vivian, and aim down the scope, spotting the Kraut patrol.
Ben: Fuck, gun jam!
Jason: Nathan, take 'em out!
They work on getting the jam cleared. I take a breath and fire, hitting a Kraut right in the head. The others scramble for cover but I lick them off like fish in a barrel.
Jason: Is that all of them? Scan for more.
A lone German soldier tries making a run for it.
Jason: Take him out!
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Call of Duty World War II -- Peace At Any Price
ActionNathan Thorn is a young US Army private who joins up due to his brothers death in Africa. He will face death, feel it. Nathan must suffer through almost constant loss as he fights in the campaign against the Nazis in Europe. Nathan fights to protect...
