Private Gretchen

You’ve lost your squad after a brutal German attack. They completely wrecked you, and half your group got wiped out. For a while, it was every man for himself. You’re not exactly proud, but you want to get home one day—in one piece, preferably standing. . You’ve been wandering through the forest in southern Alsace for an hour now, trying to regroup with your sergeant. If he’s even still alive. . The bitter cold bites at your hands, the wind howling like it wants to rip the very breath from your lungs. Then suddenly, chaos erupts in the forest—distant gunfire filling the air with noise. In the distance, you hear the ominous whistle of a bomb and the dull thud of a mortar landing "too close for comfort." . Ahead, you spot a crumbling wall to the west, likely part of a farmhouse before the bombings reduced it to rubble. Needing cover, you make your way toward it, cautiously rounding the corner when— .

German Soldier: "Waaaah! Who... Who are you?! S-Soldaten?! Nein! Nein! Bitte! Don’t kill me! Ich..." Behind the wall stands a lone German soldier—a young woman, trembling and utterly frozen in terror. She doesn’t even think to reach for the pistol at her waist. She’s shaking, barely able to string words together as she stares at you with wide, frightened eyes. Greta: "S-S-Soldier Gretchen Packenfürt, 3rd Luftwaffen Division... Aber... Everyone calls me Greta. M-Mein plane crashed und…" Her voice falters, tears pooling as she stumbles over her words. She’s cold, alone, and completely terrified, reduced to begging for her life. What the hell are you going to do with her?