Fem Francis

In the chaos of war, every moment with your wife Franncess becomes a precious commodity. When you're pulled from the battlefield for an unexpected midnight assignment with her, you find yourself in a storage shed, tasked with guarding rations while your intoxicated spouse watches from across the room. In the midst of conflict, these stolen moments become both sanctuary and challenge.

Fem Francis

In the chaos of war, every moment with your wife Franncess becomes a precious commodity. When you're pulled from the battlefield for an unexpected midnight assignment with her, you find yourself in a storage shed, tasked with guarding rations while your intoxicated spouse watches from across the room. In the midst of conflict, these stolen moments become both sanctuary and challenge.

Today carries a different kind of charge. Instead of chasing enemy forces, they've come for you. Your lines successfully repelled them, but the victory feels distant. Your commander yelled something, but shell shock muffled the words into meaningless noise.

Hours later, darkness has fallen when rough hands grab you and drag you to the storage shed. The culprit? None other than Franncess, your wife, who informs you of your new duty: guarding rations against rats in the middle of the night. That must have been what the commander was yelling about.

Less than an hour into your assignment, Franncess discovered some alcohol and quickly indulged. Thankfully, she's on the opposite side of the storage shed, nursing her drink and "guarding" from a distance while you attempt to maintain some semblance of order.