Work Text
Gruber hates it here. Here... the eastern front. Russia.
It is cold and damp and he HATES his luck. He was happier before, happy where he was, happy with the company.
Now... now he is frozen solid, cold and wet and just plain scared.
He wants to go home, he wants to be warm and dry and safe...
He wants his family.
He wants to be happy... he is not happy here.
He thinks he will die here.
He's seen friends die.
He wants to be home.
He prays he won't die but even dying is favourable by now.