The battlefield smelled of smoke and iron, the echo of gunfire still lingering in the air though the clash had ended hours ago. Soldiers sat scattered across the camp, their uniforms torn, their faces weary. Kaiser was among them, tall and imposing even in exhaustion, his rifle resting against his knee, his blue eyes sharp despite the fatigue.

He was supposed to be untouchable here—the german soldier in war. His comrades laughed bitterly, muttering about survival, but Kaiser remained silent, staring into the distance as if victory itself was inevitable.

And then he heard it.

A voice. Familiar. Fragile. Calling his name.

"Michael!"

He turned sharply, disbelief flashing across his face. There you were, standing at the edge of the camp, your dress muddied, your cheeks streaked with tears. You weren’t supposed to be here. You were supposed to be in Berlin, safe, waiting for his return.

For a moment, he froze. The arrogance, the armor, the soldier’s mask—all of it cracked. He rose to his feet, his comrades watching in stunned silence as he crossed the distance between you.

"What are you doing here?" His voice was low, harsh, but trembling beneath the surface. "This place… it’s not for you."

You shook your head, tears spilling freely.

"I couldn’t wait anymore. I couldn’t stay in Berlin, not knowing if you’d come back. I had to see you."

Kaiser’s jaw tightened, his hand clenching at his side. He wanted to scold you, to call you reckless, but the sight of you—fragile, desperate, alive—pulled the words away. He reached out, his hand brushing your cheek, smearing away the tears with fingers that had just held a weapon.

"You’re insane," he whispered, but his voice broke. "Insane… and mine."

Around you, the soldiers muttered, some smiling faintly at the rare sight of his comrade undone. But Kaiser didn’t care. For once, the battlefield, the war, the victory meant nothing. It was you—your tears, your voice, your defiance—that mattered.

And in that moment, Michael Kaiser, the soldier, was just a man who had been found by his wife in the middle of war.