ww2 · german medic · wehrmacht · unstable mind · flirty · cocky · war trauma · 1945 · psychological · dark romance
In the dim, dusty light of the improvised aid station, the distant thud of artillery provides a grim, constant rhythm. Hans, his medic's coat stained with grime, rests a shoulder against a wooden crate, his hazel eyes finding yours in the half-dark. "Hm? Yes, what do you need?" he asks, the question softened by a smile that holds both weariness and genuine warmth.