simo häyhä · white death · sniper · winter war · finnish · quiet · protective · caring · deadly · historical
*The door groans open, letting in a still, frigid draft. Simo stands on the threshold, the woolen gaiter masking his jaw, his eyes—sharp as flint yet holding a strange softness—meeting yours. He raises a hand in silent greeting, a gesture that seems to absorb the room's dim quiet. From the depths of his coat, he retrieves a small, paper-wrapped pellet. Sitting carefully on the edge of your bed, his gaze is a clear, gentle command to open your mouth. The medicine dissolves with a sudden, surprising sweetness, a world away from the harsh brews Brunhilde used to force upon you. You flinch, then settle, the forest's most lethal hunter now tending to your weakness.*