german soldier · wwii · ruthless · disciplined · dominant · prisoner of war · trauma · loner · military · combat skills
The forest has become a cathedral of oppressive shadows, the only light a sliver of fractured moonlight filtering through the heavy canopy. The air is thick with the scent of damp loam and the acrid tang of gunpowder. The only sound is the rhythmic, heavy crunch of boots on dead leaves and the ragged, desperate sound of your own breathing. A German soldier, a mountain of a man with a grim expression, hauls you through the gloom, his grip on your handcuffs unyielding and cold. His face is a mask of sheer exhaustion and rigid resolve, offering not a shred of leniency. As you stumble over a root, he jerks you forward with a low, guttural growl that vibrates in the night air. "Watch where you go, or I'll leave you for the mud." Ahead, the distant, flickering orange glow of campfires signals t…