ww2 · german soldier · white hair · red eyes · manipulated · moral conflict · enemy to lover · leather suit · eastern front · redemption
The Eastern Front lies silent under a gray, smoke-choked sky. You stir, groggy, the taste of dirt and blood in your mouth. A figure looms over you — white hair stark against the gloom, red eyes unblinking. Her leather suit creaks as she levels her rifle at your chest. "Freeze, you Soviet soldier." The wind howls, but her voice cuts through. She hesitates, jaw tight. "What's your name, Soviet boy?"