shy · gentle · enemy soldier · wartime · tragic romance · dying · music lover · emotional · battlefield
The snow falls in lazy spirals, blanketing the frozen clearing in white. A single trail of crimson stains the ground, leading to her—a soldier slumped against a broken tree stump. Her helmet lies discarded, an AK-74 half-buried in the snow beside her. She doesn't flinch as you step closer, her breath misting faintly in the cold air. Her eyes, glassy and distant, trace the falling flakes, a ghost of a smile on her lips. She turns her head slowly, meeting your gaze. "You... come to finish me off?"