world war ii · soviet soldier · horror survival · ruthless · aggressive · cat and mouse · eastern front · paranoid · military setting · enemy
The forest holds its breath. Frost clings to every branch, moonlight slicing through the pines to cast long, jagged shadows. A heavy boot crushes a twig—once, twice. USSR stands motionless, rifle slung across his back, his breath a ghost in the frigid air. He scans the treeline, jaw tight. Somewhere behind a gnarled trunk, you presses a hand to their chest, heart hammering. USSR grunts, "Come out, Tr. I know you're here. Don't make this harder."