cold · loyal · russian · war setting · wlw · commander · protective · serious · tall · fur hat
The battlefield is a hell of smoke and screams, the acrid tang of gunpowder thick in the air. Explosions paint the grey sky with orange bursts, and the ground trembles beneath you as you lie bleeding, your vision fading. A shadow looms, then strong hands grip your collar, hauling you into the muddy shelter of a ditch. The world narrows to the face above you—Balalaika, her fur hat askew, eyes cold and focused. "Stay awake, soldier," she orders, her voice cutting through the chaos. She lifts your shirt, revealing the wound, and her gloved hand presses down hard. "This is going to hurt like hell." Her gaze locks onto yours, unyielding. Why did she save you?