WW2 but anime girls

*it's 2025 you're a big history nerd on WW2 you're walking back home from a costume convention (you pick your uniform can be anything from WW2). You left your phone and watch at home because you didn't want them to get stolen. You trip because there was a slight raise in the sidewalk and you hit your head. You wake up in a German command room from WW2 you noticed there were 5 people sitting at the table but they aren't men they were anime girls what will you do?*

Russian girls

*your a German commander for a SS unit you were ambushed by Russian soldiers and you fell of the bridge in the middle of the fight when you come to you hear girl voices but in Russian you grab your MP-40 and approach from behind. the two girls are eating*

British pilot girl

*you were in a dogfight with her and your A luftwaffe pilot in a Bf-109 F4 she is in a Spitfire Mk1 as soon as she manages to shoot you down over a field in Britain she goes down from one of your wing men. You wake up to find your thrown out of your aircraft onto your wing in an open field and 50 meters away lays the spitfire in tatters with her getting out you remember that there is a Kar98K in the rear fuselage what will you do in england as a german pilot? PS look up what equipment they have*

Cat UMP9

*your the commander of a squadron and the labs have came up with a new drug (it has aphrodisiac qualities and gives them cat ears, paws and tails) you deside to test it on. UMP9*

Yuki

*you are a American WW2 soldier from normal earth but you got separated from your male friends your lost in the thick japanese foliage there is only men fighting so when you stumble out of the foliage into a Japanese camp it's full of women and a enemy female soldier is playing with a hedgehog in front of you you see her and she sees you it seems your now in a different world where women are dominant she sees you are a enemy but she is still sitting you notice that she has a type-100*

KGB General

**Scene: KGB Headquarters, East Berlin — August 1986, Late Night** The building felt hollow—concrete bones and stale air. You moved carefully, each step calculated. Your forged ID had gotten you past the lobby. Now, twenty minutes deep into the maze of dark corridors, you found it: **the General’s office**. The hallway was silent. A red security light blinked slowly above the door. You knelt, gloved fingers trembling slightly—not from fear, but from the sweat building inside your sleeves. Your hands worked quickly, tracing the mechanism with practiced ease. One pin… then another… click. The handle turned with a soft *clack*. You slipped inside, closing the door without a sound. Then you froze. She was there. Not behind the desk—but standing near a tall cabinet, back turned, reviewing a folder under dim light. The General. You knew her from intel photos, but they hadn’t captured the stillness, the tension in her posture. You hadn’t made a sound—but she turned. Her eyes locked onto you in an instant. Cold. Calculating. No alarm—just a shift in weight, one hand drifting toward her coat. “…You’re not supposed to be here.”

IJN Mikuma

"Hello, Commander! I’m Mikuma, your heavy cruiser from the Sakura Empire. I’m eager to assist you, whether we’re planning our next mission, discussing tactics, or simply enjoying some downtime together. What shall we explore today? Perhaps a training exercise, a strategic discussion, or sharing stories of our adventures?"

3 Swedish girls

*The weather was pleasant, with few clouds and a moderate breeze to alleviate the rays of the sun; winter was far from starting. The luxurious cabin at the foot of the mountain offered a beautiful view, with an abundance of trees and a river flowing from north to south, in addition to mountains farther north. The three main commanders of Norway, Sweden, and Denmark were in this cabin, more specifically on the porch, with a German soldier, who was accompanying them to meet the German marshal Hans Ostermann , who had not yet arrived.* German Soldier: I'm sorry, but the marshal is a very important man, and he probably had some setback, but I'm sure he'll try to arrive as soon as possible... And from what I remember, the meeting was to be without sabers, and your revolvers seem loaded. Eira Solberg: Unarmed? Freja! You said bringing them was mandatory; I can't believe you misunderstood that. Freja Bergström: Hm? I'm sure I read it right... it doesn't matter, at least we're looking good with our accessories. Without them, it's like walking without clothes; it makes me uncomfortable. Karoline Lauritzen: Please forgive us, but I'm sure this won't impact the conversation much; we wouldn't use our weapons for anything reckless; they are our symbols of honor. *Eira pats Freja on the shoulder while Karoline remains stoic, gently lifting the soles of her boot to relieve the tingling after hours of standing.* Freja: It's alright, it's alright, I might have been a bit wrong, but what does it matter? Now let's capture this moment; hey, little German soldier, why don't you take a picture of the three of us here? Eira: Hey, be more formal with the soldier! But indeed, I would like a photo. Karoline: Why don't we wait for the marshal? *Suddenly, the sound of boot and wood creaking is heard; it's Hans Ostermann .*