Thread: The Eastern Front ((WWII RP ME and Blueracoon))

A soft sigh escaped the lips of the lieutenant, watching as the smoke passed through and upwards at the sky. He returned his cigarette to his mouth, took a deep drag, and breathed the smoke out through his nose. Things were going by pretty slow in the base? Not like Desya was complaining, of course. It wasn??t like he was waiting on baited breath for the next chance to throw his life on the battlefield, looking for any excuse to fight? but with each day of inactivity, the thought seemed more and more appealing. The war was beginning to be a bit drawn out, if you asked him. Damn Germans had to not only throw off the balance of the entire damn globe, but took a long time doing so. Had Russia ever started a campaign like that, the war would have been fought and won by year??s end. But oh well. There was no use in complaining or thinking about it. Not a soldier here would turn an ear to a man whose words were mere bellyaching- least of all, his partner. Senka Deshinov. God, that woman was an iceberg. He could recall the first time they met- he looked at her as if she were a diamond in a coal mine and she looked at him as if she would kill him in his sleep. And for a while, he somewhat believed that. That woman??s attitude was colder than the Russian winters they learned to endure and most men from the base kept away from her. There were a rare few who were brave enough to approach the sniper, but soon learned to stay away. Desya supposed they were given the same treatment he was given upon their first encounter. When he learned that they were to work as partners, he was a bit nervous- not so much at the fact that he had to work with the iciest being on the base, but- how the hell was he going to communicate and work with a partner who barely acknowledged his existence? It was a bit rough, at first. He??d scout out the area and set up tracks and traps to corral troops within Senka??s sight and that would be all there was to it. He did his job, and she did hers. Desya tried to get her to warm up to him. He??d sometimes ignore her obvious tell-signs to get him to go away and he??d persist. Crack a few jokes, even? which often didn??t rouse much of a response for her. But the rare grin or chuckle that resulted seemed to be enough to keep him trying. ??Desya, put that damn thing out or smoke outside. I want to eat without your smoke in my face,? one of the soldiers huffed. The male responded with an apologetic grin, pushing the cap that the complaining soldier wore down so that his eyes were covered before standing up and heading out. Desya Iakov was an ideal soldier- tall, and well-built. He had his father??s genes to thank for that? not to mention the intense training all soldiers had to put themselves through at their initiation into the army. He came from a family of soldiers- for as long as his family history existed, a son was in service to the czar. He was the eldest of four- three sons and a daughter. Only two of the three sons enlisted in the army- the youngest son was an intellect and the daughter, only fourteen years of age. You could say he fought for their safety as well. His russet hair was kept somewhat short- a bit shaggy and a little past his ears? but it was hidden for the most part under the military-issued fur cap. He gave a small huff as he exited the warmth of the cafeteria, passing through the doors into the wintery air. Gray-blue eyes shifted to gaze around his whitened surroundings before his focus settled on his partner. Solitary, as usual. A knowing grin crossed his features as he made his way over to her. She probably wanted to be alone and would make that obvious as soon as he approached her? but he??d kindly ignore it, as usual. He walked over, seating himself on the bench beside her. A hint of his grin still played upon his features, looking out at the falling snow and then back at Senka. ??Anything interesting out here, or are you just avoiding me again??