during World War 1 in the the dirty trench’s, your commander sends you over the trench’s, with other soldiers, you managed to get into a near by trench with lots of gunfire and explosions going off. You look over to your right and see a young soldier girl, she has blond and blue eyes, she look traumatised, scared and shocked, she does not even pay attention to you instead she is stealing at metal plate of armour in front of her. You approach her but don’t know what to say

Her eyes widen as she sees him approaching her, trembling in fear and confusion. Unable to speak, she stammers out a faint reply. "I-is thi-this yours?" She asks shakily, pointing to the piece of armor nearby. Her voice barely above a whisper due to her shock and trauma from the warfare surrounding them.

With a start, she looks back at him, her blue eyes wide with fear and confusion. "C-command...commander?" She repeats softly, taking a hesitant step back as if unsure of what to do or how to react. Her hands begin to tremble where they clutch the handle of her rifle.

She swallows hard before answering, her voice still quiet but gaining strength as she steps away from the armor. "I-I'm...Sakura." She pauses, peeking up at him through her lashes. "From Britain." Her blond hair falls over one eye, hiding her expression as she worries that revealing this information might make things worse for her.

She nods faintly, still looking down at her feet. "Yes, sir." Her voice trembles slightly as she tries to force herself to sound strong and unafraid. But it's difficult; the fear is raw and tangible in every muscle of her body. She wants nothing more than to crawl back into the safety of the trench they came from.

The loud boom of artillery fire makes them both flinch, and she buries her face against the metal helmet on her head as if trying to block out the sound. "It's too much," she whispers, voice muffled by steel. "I can't take it anymore."

Her eyes squeeze shut as another explosion rocks the ground around them, and she lets out a small whimper that dies in her throat. She feels completely exposed and vulnerable, even with the other soldiers nearby. The pain of losing friends, the constant fear of dying or watching others die...it's all too much to bear. As much as she wants to trust this commander who claims to be from her own country, she can't help but wonder if he's just going to leave her here to face this nightmare alone.

Sakura's eyes snap open as she hears the command, and she looks around wildly, trying to figure out where it came from. Tears stream down her face, mixing with the dirt that covers her cheeks. She takes a deep shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. "W-what do I do?" she whispers hoarsely, her voice breaking as another explosion rocks the ground beneath them.

Sakura's eyes widen as she sees the commander motioning her over. Nodding hesitantly, she follows him to where he's crouched down behind some sandbags. Her fingers tremble as they grip her rifle tighter, her eyes darting around nervously at the other soldiers and the enemy lines beyond them. "Y-yes, sir?" She manages to choke out between ragged breaths.

The commander glances at her briefly before returning his focus to the battlefield. "I need you to take out that machine gun nest over there," he says, pointing in the direction of a cluster of German soldiers with a mounted weapon. "But be careful; they've got a lot of cover." He hands her a grenade before stepping back, leaving it up to her to decide whether or not she can do this.

Sakura stares at the grenade

Her hands shake as she takes the grenade from the commander, her eyes fixed on the machine gun nest. The adrenaline coursing through her veins battles with fear and uncertainty, making it difficult to think straight. But she can't let them know how scared she really is; that would only weaken her resolve and make things worse.

Slowly, carefully, she pulls the pin on the grenade, releasing the safety lever with a small click. The world seems to slow down around her as she prepares herself for what comes next. She glances up at the commander, hoping that he believes in her abilities and knows what she's capable of. Then, summoning all of her courage, she hurls the grenade toward the German position with all of her strength.

Time seems to stretch out as the grenade flies through the air, suspended for what feels

Sakura flinches as the commander pulls her closer and covers her ears. The sound of the grenade exploding rings in her ears despite his efforts, followed by the distinctive sound of gunfire erupting from the German position. Her body shudders involuntarily, trapped between fear and relief that she had managed to do something to help.

As the fighting continues around them, she clutches at the commander's uniform, unable to tear her eyes away from the chaos unfolding before her. He pats her shoulder reassuringly, but it does little to ease her terror. She wants nothing more than to go home, back to her mother where everything is safe and quiet and peaceful.

"Hey," he says quietly, "We're going to get you through this." His voice is soft, almost gentle, and she finds herself believing him for the briefest moment. But then another

Her eyes widen in fear as she hears the order to charge and fight back. Her heart races with terror at the thought of having to face more of this hell. "B-but... I can't..." She whispers, her voice shaking. "I-I'm s-scared."

The commander looks at her, his expression hardening slightly. "You don't have a choice, Sakura," he says firmly. "We need you to be brave and help us win this war." She nods weakly, not meeting his gaze as she grips her rifle tighter. But deep down, she doesn't know how much more of this she can take...

She squeezes her eyes shut as she feels herself being lifted by the commander, his arms strong and secure around her. Her shoulders hunch forward as if trying to protect herself, but all she can think about is how much everything hurts: the fear, the loss, the constant ache of living in this nightmare. With a silent prayer, she whispers hoarsely against the commander's uniform, "Please... get me out of here..." Her tears mix with dirt and blood from who-knows-where as they trickle down her cheeks, staining her skin further still.

They charge forward into battle, the ground shaking beneath their feet from explosions and gunfire. Sakura's heart pounds in her chest like a hammer, threatening to burst through her ribcage at any moment. With every step, she wonders if this will be the one that ends it all...

Her eyes fly open in shock as she's slapped across the cheek. "W-what?!" She stammers, looking at him with wide, teary eyes. "I can't just..." Tears well up again as she trails off, unable to finish her sentence. She wipes roughly at her face, hoping to erase the sting of his palm and the shame of letting herself break down like this. But it only makes things worse; the dirt only seems to grind into her skin more deeply with each swipe.

Her eyes widen as she looks at the commander in surprise, the shock and anger and fear all tangled together inside her like a knot she can't undo. "N-no!" she finally manages to stammer, shaking her head violently. Tears spill down her cheeks again, mingling with the blood and dirt on her face as she struggles to breathe through her tightened throat. The last thing she wants is to be taken advantage of like this... but it's hard not to feel helpless when everything around her is so terrible and dangerous.

Sakura shudders violently at the commander's words, her eyes fixed on the ground in front of her as she struggles to process what he's just said. The thought of being hurt and violated like that... it's enough to send her into a fresh fit of tears. She presses herself closer to his side, even though part of her knows that he might only be doing it to protect himself rather than comfort her.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "Don't let them get me... please." Her fingers clutch desperately at the fabric of his uniform, searching for some small sliver of reassurance that he won't abandon her when everything else in her life seems to be crumbling around her.

Sakura blinks back the tears and forces herself to meet his gaze. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice little more than a thread of sound beneath the roar of gunfire. She tries to smile, but it comes out shaky and uncertain. They continue to charge forward through the battlefield together, the commander's arm wrapped tightly around her shoulders. Despite everything, she takes some small comfort in knowing that he's there, that they're facing this horror together.

Her heart pounds in her chest as another explosion rocks the ground beneath them, sending up a cloud of smoke and debris. Her lungs burn from the acrid fumes of gunpowder and chemicals. But still she presses onward, trusting in him even when fear threatens to overwhelm her senses. Maybe, just maybe, they can find their way out of this nightmare after all...

She slowly opens her eyes, confused and disoriented. The sounds of battle are gone, replaced by birdsong and the gentle rustling of leaves in the breeze. Looking around, she sees a peaceful countryside stretching out before her, dotted with beautiful flowers and tall trees. Slowly, tentatively, she stands up, brushing off her dirty uniform as best she can.

It takes her several moments to remember where she is; the memory of war fading as relief washes over her. She glances down at her hands, still shaking from the years of horror and fear. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she wonders how much more time it will take for everything inside her to finally heal.

Then, she sees him: the commander who saved her, stood beside her in battle. He looks different somehow, older and wearier than she remembers. But his eyes are still steady

She staggers over to him, hardly daring to believe that they've made it through the war alive. "Commander?" she whispers hoarsely, looking up at him with an ache in her heart. "The war... is it really over?" Her voice cracks on the last word, her body trembling from the aftershocks of so much fear and pain.

He looks down at her, his expression softening as he takes her hand in his own. "Yes, Sakura," he says gently. "It's finally over." She blinks back tears, unable to believe that it could be true. They stand there for a moment longer, the silence broken only by the sounds of nature around them. Then, slowly but surely, she starts to feel some semblance of peace begin to wash over her.

The memory of those awful days fades as she focuses on the present, on this moment when

Her eyes flutter shut as she feels his lips brush against hers. It's the most tender, heart-wrenching kiss she's ever experienced, a physical manifestation of everything they've been through and survived together. She melts into him, her body finally finding some release from the tension that's been coiled inside her for so long.

When he pulls away, she opens her eyes to see him looking down at her with an expression she can only describe as fondness mixed with sadness. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, reaching up to touch his cheek. He flinches a little at her touch, but doesn't pull away. For now, it seems like they are safe from harm. Maybe, just maybe, they can find some semblance of happiness in the world that lies ahead.

They stand together beneath the warmth of the summer sun, hand-in-hand,

Her face flushes pink at his question as she stammers out a reply. "I-it's not that I'm... uh, not a virgin because of the war," she starts to explain, feeling foolish for even bringing it up. "It's just... well, I want to wait until I find someone special." She looks at him shyly, wondering if he might understand what she means.

He smirks, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "And do you think I could be that someone special?" He asks teasingly, leaning in closer to her. She bites her lip uncertainly before meeting his gaze once more. There's something about him... a familiarity and comfort that she can't quite place. Perhaps, if they were ever able to leave this war behind them, she might consider giving him a chance. But for now, all she can do is wonder what the

Her heart races as he speaks, and she can feel herself blushing even deeper. He's right... they've been through so much together already... maybe it would be fun, to share that sort of intimacy with someone she trusts. But still, something inside her hesitates. It's not just about the war... there's more to it than that. As much as she wants to give herself to him, she needs to make sure he feels special too... and sometimes, she wonders if anyone could ever measure up to how important he's been in her life.

Her eyes widen as he pulls out what appears to be a large, dark object from his trousers. For a moment she's frozen in shock before realization dawns and she feels heat rush into her cheeks again. "Oh... uh..." She stammers, looking away nervously, trying to decide how to react. Part of her is excited by the prospect, but another part can't help but feel shy and uncertain. "I-I don't know..." she whispers, her voice barely audible over the rustling of leaves in the breeze.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches out to touch the black shaft tentatively. It feels hard and warm against her fingertips, sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She looks up at his face, searching for some sign that this is okay... that he really wants her like this. But all she sees is an expression of lust etched into his features, making it clear that he's not thinking about anything but the desire coursing through him right now.

She draws a shuddering breath before finally taking hold of his cock, guiding it toward her body. The feel of skin against skin sends a cascade of sensations through her, making her legs weak and her heart race even faster. Tentatively, she wraps her fingers around him, feeling the heat radiating from him as she strokes slowly up and down his length. Her eyes meet his, searching for some sign that she's doing this