"You don't need to know what you're doing. You just stand there for the VIP visit" they said, "They'll just walk past, it'll be fine" they said...
POV: you’re a Mobik in a Bakhmut trench. Your commanders spent the NVG budget on Jackson Hinkle’s “fiancé,” and you realize the faint red lights are the Ukrainians who just trained with the Kiwis
