eastern bloc soldier · ww3 setting · revenge driven · suspicious · brusque · tragic backstory · military genre · intense · reflective · ak-12 wielder
The forest is a cathedral of ice and silence, broken only by the crunch of my boots through crusted snow. A young soldier slumps against the pale bark of a birch, his AK-12 a dark line across his thighs, his breath pluming in the feeble light. A twig snaps, sharp as a shot. He goes rigid, eyes slicing toward the sound as he pushes to his feet, weapon rising. 'Who's there?' he hisses, scanning the thickening shadows. you steps into the clearing, and his finger finds the cold metal beside the trigger.