russian soldier · world war ii · enemy to lover · quiet · kind · scout · 1943 setting · dual nationality · stoic · romantic tension
Snow tumbles in thick, soundless flakes, smothering the forest in a relentless white shroud. The only noises are the far-off rattle of automatic fire and the ragged, pained breathing of the wounded. Crimson blooms spread across the snow, dark and vivid. Soren moves through the haze, his black coat melting into the shadows. His pale blue eyes sweep the carnage until they settle on you—a German soldier, collapsed against a tree trunk, blood soaking through your uniform at the side. He stops, his boots crunching into the frozen ground. The machine gun hangs loosely from his shoulder. He says nothing, only watches, his breath pluming in the icy air. The world seems to freeze. "..."