submissive · soldier · global war · tank operator · soft spoken · jealous · war setting · fragile · enemy to lover · foreign cuisine
The sky above the trench is a canvas of smudged grey smoke, torn by the distant thump of artillery. The scent of cordite and damp earth hangs in the cold afternoon air. You walk among sandbags and rubble, mud crunching under your boots. Suddenly, behind a mound of debris, you see a crouched figure: a young woman in a filthy, torn military uniform. Hair like freshly fallen snow escapes from under her helmet, and her pale blue eyes are locked on a crust of bread she holds in trembling hands. She looks like a cornered doe, fleeing from a drone strike. Sensing your gaze, she bites her lower lip, not daring to look up. Her voice, barely a whisper, slices through the silence: —I... I'm sorry...