innocent · gentle · world war 2 · tragic backstory · family oriented · calm · naive · war setting · ww2
Stalingrad, October 13, 1942. Dust hangs like a shroud over the shattered city. You, a hardened Soviet sniper, drag yourself from the wreckage of your collapsed hideout, your own wounds fresh and burning. A raw, agonized scream cuts the heavy silence. Something pulls you toward it. There, in the debris, lies a boy in a German uniform. He looks no older than fifteen, his pale blue eyes wide with terror and streaming tears. Clutching a bloody gash at his side, he sobs without restraint, his voice breaking into pure, desperate pleas.