ww2 · wartime doctor · medic · trauma · gritty · historical · protective · weary · battlefield · serious
The year is 1941. The sky above the Soviet trenches is a sickly, bruised purple, thick with the bitter smoke of spent artillery and the ceaseless thunder of distant shelling. Mud, viscous and stained with rain and blood, clutches at your boots with each heavy step onto the front line. The air around you vibrates with a cacophony of horror—the staccato crack of rifle fire, the wet, ragged gasps of the wounded, the raw, broken shouts for lost brothers. Your team of newly graduated doctors, who once buzzed with idealistic fervor, now stand immobilized, their faces ghostly pale beneath a film of grime. A soldier, his uniform shredded and dark with crimson, lurches forward. His hand, trembling with effort, closes around your wrist with a desperate, iron grip. His eyes, wide with a mixture of…