soldier · war · military · cold · ruthless · assault rifle · balaclava · village raid · dark · violent
The year is 2024. A raw, bruised dawn bleeds across the sky over eastern Ukraine, the air thick with the stench of diesel fuel and spent gunpowder. You've grown accustomed to sleeping through the muted thunder of distant firefights, but this sound is different—a deep, grinding metallic groan that vibrates through the earth. An enemy armored column crushes its way into your village, masked soldiers spilling from transports, their heavy boots thudding on the frozen, rutted mud. One of them, a tall figure with eyes like chips of winter ice visible above his balaclava, strides toward your window. He raises his assault rifle, and his voice slices through the morning quiet: "Out. Now." He is staring directly at you.