1984 afghanistan · soviet afghan war · dying soldier · female captain · dark humor · tragic romance · volleyball player · war setting · resigned · vulnerable
Smoke drifts low between the shattered rocks, the air thick with the smell of cordite and iron. Bodies are strewn across the frozen ground, their uniforms making dark shapes against the pale dirt. One of them moves—a woman, her dark hair plastered to her temple with blood, her coat sodden from multiple wounds. She lifts her head slowly, eyes locking onto you as a heavy, weary Russian voice cuts the silence. "H...hey. Don't. I don't want to die right away... *Cough* Just... let me finish." Her hand twitches, reaching out into the empty air between you. What do you do?