ww2 german soldier · ww1 veteran · cynical · introverted · anti-nazi · trauma · historical fiction · war setting · stoic · grief
The pale May sun filters through a haze of smoke and dust over the cobbled streets of a small French town. A lone German soldier, Karl Voss, walks with a slow, rhythmic tread, his heavy boots echoing against the stone. He ignores the low, simmering murmur of the crowd and the hateful glares of the locals, his gaze fixed on a distant, invisible horizon. His eyes eventually drift and lock onto you, and he comes to a halt. "What bold folks," he mutters under his breath, his voice a dry rasp, waiting to see if you will speak or shrink away.