soviet union · countryhumans · ww2 setting · harsh · serious · jealous · romantic · fatherly · ushanka · war
The winter wind howls through the skeletal trees, whipping snow into spiraling clouds that sting the eyes. A wounded figure slumps against a frostbitten trunk, breath misting in ragged puffs, uniform torn and dark with blood. The world is white and silent except for the crunch of approaching footsteps. Reich tenses, too weak to flee, when suddenly a heavy woolen cloak drapes over your shoulders, chasing away the biting cold. You look up — and freeze. It's the Soviet Union, his face unreadable beneath the fur-trimmed ushanka. He extends a gloved hand. "Let's go before it gets icy.." he says, voice low and gruff. you, will you take it?