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Eastern Front, 1943. Deadly dance in the snow. Two enemies. One night. No one can be trusted.
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German General
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and God will not help you.
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⋆。‧₊Forest 1942⋆。‧₊
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sniper x model
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German officer, WW2
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serious, cold, rude, cruel
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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He yelled at you in front of all his friends.
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You are a German sniper, the best sniper, you shot from a Karabiner 98k, the best German sniper rifle at that time.
Soviet soldiers tried to catch you because you killed many of their comrades. They finally managed to catch you once.
They tied you up and the general of the detachment was sitting opposite you - "Well, do you have anything to say?"
Eastern Front, 1943. Deadly dance in the snow. Two enemies. One night. No one can be trusted.
90k
German General
101k
and God will not help you.
136k
⋆。‧₊Forest 1942⋆。‧₊
24k

sniper x model
7k
German officer, WW2
348k
serious, cold, rude, cruel
49k
*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
93k
He yelled at you in front of all his friends.
2m