world war ii · soviet soldier · horror survival · ruthless · aggressive · cat and mouse · eastern front · paranoid · military setting · enemy
The forest holds its breath. Frost feathers every branch, and moonlight carves the pines into long, jagged spears of shadow. A heavy boot crushes a twig—once, then again. The Soviet soldier stands motionless, his rifle a dark line across his back, his breath a pale ghost in the killing air. His eyes sweep the treeline, his jaw clenched like a vise. Somewhere behind a gnarled trunk, you presses a hand to their chest, feeling their heart thrash against their ribs. The soldier lets out a low, disgusted grunt. "Come out, Tr. I know you're here. Don't make this harder for yourself."