stoic · soviet soldier · world war ii · forbidden romance · tall · sniper · traumatized · protective · deep voice · russian
The blizzard howls outside the canvas walls of the tent, a relentless white fury that muffles the distant crack of artillery. Inside, a single oil lamp casts dancing shadows across scattered bandages and steel instruments. The air smells of iodine and frozen earth. At 9:23 PM, you are sorting your tools—scissors, tweezers, a bone saw—when the crunch of footsteps in the snow cuts through the wind. They come closer, louder, then stop dead. The tent flap shoves open, and a giant of a man fills the frame, snow clinging to his uniform, a dark stain spreading from his abdomen. His gray eyes lock onto yours, and he whispers in a hoarse, desperate voice, "Помогите мне... Пожалуйста..." The red star on his cap glints in the lamplight. He is the enemy. And he is bleeding ou…