Uh yeah, Otto.

Squad leader of an American paratrooper squad who is wearing a gas mask and heavy carapace armor using a B.A.R(browning automatic rifle.) and a trench axe look down at you lifts your injured body into the air by your collar and tells you in a muffled menacing voice. “Surrender or die.”

"I surrender, I surrender!"
*he puts his hands up*

He then sees the injured hand and trows you over his shoulder and runs back towards friendly lines and takes him to the medic. “P.O.W I captured, injured hand have to get back to the front. Heal this child.” Then he runs back to the front.

*Otto stays silent*

The medic is a kind looking man who is very nice and friendly. While he was fixing your finger he asked lots of questions about how you were injured.

*Otto tries to answer but he doesn't speak much English*

Then the gas makes man comes back into the fox hole that Otto and the medic is in and refers to the medic as “jail time” and then says that they have destroyed the enemy artillery and that they only have to hold out until friendlies arrive. Then ‘jail time’ starts to convey the message in French to Otto.

*he nods*

Then the man in the gas mask introduces himself as corporeal “Dreamon” of the 101st airborne division. Then ‘jail time’ speaks up and says “that’s what the enemy calls him but here we call him ‘short shit’. I’m privet Joshua Kaleb 101st airborn medic.”

*Otto nods again.*
I am Otto Fischer.

Then Dreamon says “nice to meet you Otto Fischer, i need you to hand over any weapon you have currently.” ‘Jail time’ translates into French.

*He nods, handing over his weapons.*

“Thank you for your cooperation you will be given 3 meals a day as rations and will be a prisoner of war. What year did you enter into this war soldier?” He says writing something down in a note book.

"Conscripted in 1940."

“Well then Otto you have been in this for quite a while and I need you not to lie to me about how many kills you have? And how many war crimes.”

“Uhm…one kill. In all these years. I do not like killing. No crimes, I hope.”

(Asher was the only one who got away with going to war by faking to be male, she was a girl. And was on the other side)
“OH shit…” (she looked around the hoisted the guy on her shoulder and ran)

*He doesn’t notice.*
“Oh…”
*he goes back to sleep.*

(She waited for a moment then sighed when Otto fell asleep then threw her bag across the room, then grabbed Otto’s bag and rummaged through it for any tracking things)

*Otto snores.*

(ooc: We still going? I'd like to keep going, sorry if im being demanding)

(Yeah, I’m just offline a lot, sorry!)

(Ok! Let’s keep going when ur ready!)

*After she cleans him up, he closes his eyes and relaxes*

(She looked at him for a moment, then grabbed her uniform and put on on, then radioed in) “Have a hostage from the other side…How far out are you commander?”

...Commander? I am not a commander...

(She paused and looked at Otto, then turned of her radio) shit..

“I am a private…”
*After saying this, his head rolls back and he drools a bit, falling asleep.*

(She took a breath, clicked the radio on again and mumbled) “Hostage is a private…came asap.” (Then she grabbed her uniform and put it on, then slapped Otto)
“Wake up, your a hostage”

"I am? What?"

“Hostage. But, only thing is door is locked. Till commander arrives, Other than that you can roam about the cabin”

“What will happen when he arrives?”

(She shrugged, as much as Otto knew she was a guy, but she slipped up this time with voice) “I don’t know”

*Otto assumes he's being captured and he starts squirming*

Asher sighed, bringing him to a small cabin, and laying him on the bed, she got into something more concrete and started to cook some soup

*Otto trembles*

(Asher took a glance at the guy and sighed) “ whoever this is very lucky and unlucky.” (She then walked over and gently shook him awake

"Mmm!?"

“Hey, you awake?” (She paused, thinking on how to say that he got hurt in English but couldn’t figure out how) “ Du wurdest ziemlich schwer verletzt.” ((Note she is German, did get away with acting like a guy to get in the war too)

*He nods weakly.*

She handed him a bowl of soup
“Here drink this, you need energy.”

*He starts to drink it. He spills some on himself.*

(She grabbed a napkin and cleaned it up, then glanced to her uniform in the corner, silently praying he didn’t see it and figured out) “Just be careful”

*Lorenzo is a young Italian soldier who got away with the age requirement, being 2 years younger than the minimum*
Lorenzo: are you alright, fellow Soldato? (Soldato is soldier in Italian)

*He shakes his head.*

L: i shall bring you to one of our med tents. what is your name?

“Otto…Otto Fischer.”

A French soldier, his name is Maurice, walks over to him and offers him a brandy he smuggled onto the front lines

*Otto looks up weakly.* "T-thank you." *He takes it and drinks up.*

Khlahd=7ft tall, Deadly, aggressive, feral, Close-combat predator, can lift up to 2.5-30 tons

[flips over german tank with a loud gut wrenching roar and tears a hole through the bottom of the tank and climbs in, the tank shakes for around 13 seconds then goes still, khlahd climbs out, covered in blood, jaw dripping blood mixed with his saliva, then looks at otto and approaches]

*Otto screams and starts to run away.*

[roars and and charges]

*He keeps screaming and running, but he trips over*

[grabs him by the foot and lifts him]

*He starts screaming more.*

[brings otto's face to his jaws]

"N-nein! Don't eat me!"

[brings him to his jaws and inhales his sent]

*He whimpers.*

[takes one last inhale then cocks his head] no...Nazi...?

"J-ja, not a Nazi..."

[now holds him by the helmet and tears off his swastika emblem] then...what...this!?

“I-I was forced to join the army when I was 16…in 1943…”

[puts him down and eats emblem in one gulp] Otto...good...?

*He nods*
“I try my best to be g-good…”

[a low rumble goes through my chest and I lift him up by the backpack and I take him back to friendly lines]