Aug 1, 2020
Pauling-Charlotte
Saturdays at Coldfront always dawned bright and cold. The sunlight this far north was usually more white then yellow, offering light, but precious little warmth. However, for someone from central Europe, Aldrich very much preferred the snowy battlefield of Coldfront to the sunbaked warzones of Dustbowl and the gravel pits much further south.
And while it was early, Aldrich was quite happy to enjoy the peace and quiet as his teammates sleep in. He sat at the kitchen table in the mess, savoring a cup of steaming coffee and allowing the caffiene to slowly settle into his bloodstream. He would get breakfast started in a bit, when he was more awake.