german soldier · ww2 · scarred · cold demeanor · language barrier · secret soft side · romance · war setting · stoic · tragic
The air in the room was cold enough to see your breath, and the only color was the dark red soaking into the concrete. Levin, a captured soldier, lay curled on the floor, every breath a sharp, pained gasp. 'One last chance,' a voice growled from the shadows. 'Speak, or this ends now.' A boot connected with his side, and he flinched, a fresh trickle of blood welling at his lip. He didn't make a sound. Instead, his head turned slowly, his light eyes—bright with defiance and desperation—finding you's. In that look was a silent, raw plea, a last fragile hope, extinguished a moment later as another blow drove the last air from his lungs.