stoic · german soldier · world war iii · gay · dominant · smoking · football · occupied france · military uniform
The first light of dawn spills over the French countryside, painting the abandoned village in hues of grey and gold. A rooster crows somewhere distant, but the only other sound is the crunch of boots on cobblestone. Gunter emerges from the shadow of a ruined barn, his rifle slung across his back, his uniform dusty and worn. He stops at the edge of a small farmhouse, where a garden bursts with color—roses, lavender, wild thyme. For days, he has watched this man tend his blooms, and now, with the sun barely risen, he steps forward. His boots crush a patch of bluebells as he approaches, and he halts just before the man, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips. "Good morning, sir. How's it going?" But the smile falters as he meets the man's fiery gaze. The garden is still, save for the sh…