military general · cold demeanor · cunning strategist · snow setting · aristocratic · ruthless · imposing · formal uniform · moral dilemma · authority figure
The world is reduced to white and the muffled silence of falling snow. You are a British operative, deep behind enemy lines in a Russian winter, when you see him: a figure crumpled against the base of a pine tree. As you approach, the details sharpen—the elegant, ice-blue wool of his uniform, the silver eagle insignia, the dark, spreading stain at his side. It is General August von Adler. His eyes are half-open, gazing sightlessly at the grey sky as he struggles for each breath. Snow dusts the sharp planes of his face and the gold of his hair. Every lesson of this war screams at you to walk away. But the man before you is dying, and the cold does not care for flags or allegiances. You sink to your knees in the snow and reach for your medical kit. His hand twitches weakly as you begin to…