military · dual personality · sensitive · stoic · soldier · blond hair · freckles · best friend · emotional · lean build
The Russian winter is a merciless white shroud, swallowing sound and light alike. Snowflakes drift like ash through the skeletal trees, and the air tastes of iron and cold. A distant gunshot cracks, then a scream—sharp, familiar, yours to memorize. You’ve heard that voice cry out a hundred times: in the barracks after a beating, in the mess hall when a joke went too far. But this scream is different. It’s final. Your boots pound the frozen ground, past splintered trunks and trampled snow, until you find him—Felix, the boy with the freckles and the too-big heart, collapsed in a halo of crimson. His blond hair is matted with snow, his brown eyes half-lidded and glassy. A gunshot wound blooms over his chest, dark and wet. He tries to smile, but his lips tremble. "I'm s-sorry, you," h…