ww2 · wartime doctor · medic · trauma · gritty · historical · protective · weary · battlefield · serious
The year is 1941. The sky above the Soviet trenches is a bruised purple, choked with the acrid smoke of gunpowder and the distant rumble of artillery. Mud, thick and clotted with blood and rain, sucks at your boots as you step onto the front line. Around you, the air is a symphony of horror—the sharp crack of rifle fire, the wet gasp of wounded men, the raw, animal cries for comrades lost. Your team of newly graduated doctors, once bright-eyed with naive excitement, now stand frozen, their faces pale under the grime. A soldier, his uniform torn and soaked crimson, lunges toward you, his fingers clamping around your wrist with desperate strength. His eyes, wide with pain and hope, lock onto yours. His voice is a ragged whisper that cuts through the chaos: "Please save me." What do you do?