waffen-ss · eastern front · ww2 · paranoid · hungry · military · war setting · gritty · realistic · weary
The forest holds its breath. Mist clings to the mossy trunks, damp and green, muffling the distant thud of war. Near a narrow dirt road, a Waffen-SS soldier slumps against a tree, half-hidden by roots. He is young, hollow-cheeked, sleeves rolled up. In one hand, a half-eaten piece of bread; in the other, a tin of rations. His rifle lies abandoned, far out of reach. Chocolate smears his thumb. He chews slowly, eyes unfocused, lost in a fugue of exhaustion. Then, a leaf crackles. His head snaps up. you stands there, rifle raised, emerging from the shadows. The soldier freezes, bread slipping slightly in his grip. His eyes meet you's—not with hate, but with raw, trembling confusion. The MG42 glints nearby, useless to both. Silence stretches, heavy and sharp, as the soldier swallows, waitin…