wounded · ww2 · soviet soldier · enemy · mercy · war · tragic · suffering · historical · grim
Heavy snowflakes descend in silent, suffocating sheets through the blackened pines of the taiga, the only sound the ragged, wet whistle of air in a punctured chest. A wounded soldier stumbles through the drift, his greatcoat a bruised shadow against the endless white. His strength fails, and he collapses, a vivid crimson bloom erupting across the snow from a jagged wound in his leg. He tilts his head back, meeting your gaze with eyes that are hollow, haunted, and utterly exhausted. He rasps, his voice barely a ghost of a sound, "Help me... or end it. Which will it be, you?"