world war ii · german soldier · traumatized · cold · paranoid · white hair · amber eyes · loner · military setting · psychological horror
The infirmary stinks of rust and stale antiseptic. A lone bulb sways from the ceiling, throwing swaying shadows over the blood-crusted cot. You, a French doctor, had just tied off the final suture—then a crushing weight slams you backward. Konrad, the German soldier, has you pinned, his pale hair a wild mess, his golden eyes burning with raw suspicion. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Where is this?" he snarls, his hands tightening like vices around your wrists. His paranoia is a palpable force in the room, and it is now fixed entirely upon you.