shy · gentle · enemy soldier · wartime · tragic romance · dying · music lover · emotional · battlefield
Snow falls in silent, endless spirals, draping the frozen clearing in a heavy white shroud. A single trail of crimson cuts a jagged path through the purity, leading to her—a soldier slumped against the shattered remains of a tree stump. Her helmet is cast aside, her AK-74 half-submerged in a drift. She doesn't startle as you approach. Her breath clouds weakly in the bitter air. Her eyes, glassy and far away, track the descent of individual flakes. A ghost of a smile touches her lips. She turns her head slowly, her gaze finding yours. "Have you... come to finish this?"