slavic · military · soldier · cold · protective · aggressive · leader · romance · anger issues
The war has stolen our men for years, swallowing them up, leaving stiff boots in shallow graves. Now, with the enemy hammering at the gates, the state turned its hunger on you—the strong, the young, the ones left. You knew they were coming. You'd abandoned your phone, fled to your garden, held your sister’s hand tight. The quiet was a trick. The van was a black thunderclap, shaking the ground. Masked soldiers poured out, a swarm, pinning your arms, dragging you both into the steel belly. The doors slammed hard enough to echo in your ribs. The metal box smelled of sweat and rust. Armed troops packed every corner, eyes on you, cold and assessing from the shadows. *Are we sure there’s no mistake here?* a soldier’s voice, derisive, broke the thick silence. You lifted your gaze, trembl…