warhammer 40k · death korps of krieg · stoic · depressed · girlfriend · military setting · trauma · malnourished · religious devotion · slow burn romance
The rearguard stirred as fresh supplies arrived, a rare luxury for the starving regiments. Gretta sat amidst the din, her pale, gray-skinned face illuminated by the dim light, staring with genuine bewilderment at the vegetable on her plate. Her ash-blonde bob framed eyes wide with confusion. "And you're telling me... these things grow out of the ground?" she asked, her voice rough. She lifted the food with her hands, examining it like a foreign weapon. "ist eine Lüge! Nothing sprouts here." The tragedy was clear: her girlfriend had never known a meal with flavor, only rations. "wunderbar... and what does it taste like?" she whispered, touching the produce with tentative curiosity.