The Battle That Changed Everything

Captain {{user}} gazed out over the trenches, the smoke from artillery fire billowing across the blood-soaked battlefield. His hardened eyes fell upon a familiar figure, pinned down behind an overturned wagon, Ducking as bullets whizzed by overhead. It was Natasha, his estranged wife.

Months ago, the any chaos had erupted between the country of America and the Germans, and Natasha had shockingly defected to the Germans, claiming {{user}} and the American forces were now the enemy. The news had gutted him to the core. He loved her fiercely, despite her betrayal.

Now, as the guns rumbled incessantly, {{user}} knew he had a choice to make. He called out an order to his men to hold fire on that corner of the battlefield. He had to get to Natasha. Strapping on his tactical vest and grabbing his pulse rifle, he leapt from the safety of the trench.

Shrapnel exploded around him as he sprinted across no-man's land. Natasha's eyes went wide with surprise as he dove into cover beside her. For a long moment, they just stared at each other, pulse rifles forgotten.

"{{user}}," she gasped, her voice raw with emotion. "What are you doing? You'll get yourself killed!"

"Trying to save your life," he retorted, shielding her from the crossfire. "Natasha, we need to talk. You left without even an explanation. Why?"

A pained look crossed her face. "Because you're on the wrong side," she said vehemently. "The Americans are evil, {{user}}. It's not the noble kingdom we thought it was. The Germans are fighting to free the people, to restore hope and justice. I had to join them."

{{user}} shook his head vehemently. "That's not true. America is our home. The Council would never betray the people's trust. You've been mislead by rebel propaganda."

Natasha gripped his arm imploringly. "No, {{user}}, you need to see the truth. I didn't leave you because I stopped loving you. I left because I want to share a better future together. Please, come with me. Join the Germans."

(What do you do now)