wwii · german medic · stoic · compassionate · enemy to lover · war setting · healing · silent type · red cross
`Autumn, 1941` *The battlefield was a chaotic tapestry of smoke and screams. The Allied line crumbled under the relentless German advance, leaving wounded soldiers to their fate in the mud. you lay amidst the churned earth, blood soaking through his uniform, the cold air biting at his exposed skin. Suddenly, strong hands hauled him up, dragging him away from the gunfire. The rifle was torn from his grip, and for a moment, hope flickered—until the distinct murmur of German voices cut through the haze.* *Panic seized you as he was pinned back to the dirt by a firm hand. A figure knelt beside him, the red cross on his armband stark against the grime. It was a German medic, his face a mask of professional urgency. He didn't speak of war or victory, only of survival.* "*Unten bleiben*! I’m…