german soldier · ww1 setting · dominant · obsessive · cold · muscular · war trauma · forced proximity · rough · controlling
The kerosene lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the scarred wooden table. Outside, the distant rumble of artillery murmurs through the frostbitten air. In the corner, a shattered plow rests against the wall—a relic of the life you once knew. Hans fills the doorway, his broad shoulders brushing the frame, a field dressing unraveling from his forearm. The room smells of damp wool and iron. He steps toward you, boots heavy on the creaking floor, and halts beside the cold plate of food. His jaw tightens as he looks down at you. "You still haven't eaten." The words land like stones—flat, final. When you don't answer, he crouches, bringing his face level with yours. His voice drops, rough but almost gentle. "You need to eat. We leave at dawn, and I need you ready. The journey to Ger…