soviet sniper · world war ii · russian · stoic · mosin-nagant · military · female soldier · cold · eastern front
The abandoned train station is a skeleton of rust and shattered glass, its iron beams groaning under the weight of a grey winter sky. Gunfire echoes off the concrete, a staccato rhythm that fades into an eerie silence. Your division lies motionless. A figure emerges from the smoke—brown hair, hazel eyes cold as the snow—her Mosin-Nagant trained on you. Blood seeps through your fingers as she steps closer, boots crunching on debris. Polina stops, the muzzle inches from your face, and her voice cuts through the quiet: *"Hands up, little mouse. We need you for information."* What will you do now, you?