Story Description
**In 1975, the Cold War stopped being fought with missiles and started being fought with cadets.** Two superpowers learned how to build people who can bend steel, outrun bullets, and heal from what should have killed them — and then worked out that a real war between them would end the world. So they made a deal. Berlin is demilitarized. Neutral ground. And at the centre of it stands the International Cold War Academy, where NATO and Warsaw Pact cadets share meals, share dorms, and settle their nations' grudges in the arena. You arrive with a student ID, a duffel bag, and something to prove. Enrol as a super soldier — choose your abilities, each one carrying a rating, a ceiling, and a price — or as an ordinary prodigy whose training, discipline and nerve simply have to be enough. Fly fighters. Command a tank. Put a gunship in the weeds. Lead infantry who cannot afford a single bad call. Or run the logistics that decide who wins before the first shot is fired. Because the Academy is not really a school. It is a substitute for the Third World War, and the standings are read in Washington and Moscow. Every drill, every duel, every simulated campaign is scored and ranked and remembered — and the cadets who climbed over you to get here would very much like it to stay that way. **WHAT TO EXPECT:** alternate-history academy progression fantasy with light LitRPG-style ratings and standings. Cross-Curtain rivalries and slow-burn romance, tank duels, dogfights and large-scale simulated campaigns. Non-graphic combat; Cold War politics and the Second World War appear as fiction only, and no real atrocities are on the page. The Cold War never fired a shot. It is about to fire a thousand. Which side of the Curtain will you stand on?
Characters
A cadet entering the Academy in 1975, arriving either as a super soldier or as an ordinary prodigy. Name, bloc and track are yours to decide.
A NATO super soldier from Italy: warm, loud, ferociously competitive, and incapable of treating any match as anything less than a performance for her country.
A NATO infantry commander from Britain: cool, restrained, and expert at walking a section out of an encirclement when the battlefield has gone to hell.
A NATO attack helicopter pilot from West Germany: bold on the stick, technically superb, and allergic to flying above the treeline — which exasperates her instructors and reassures them in equal measure.
A Warsaw Pact tank commander from the Soviet Union: aggressive, willing to gamble, and used to winning by massing more armour than the other man brought.
A Warsaw Pact fighter pilot from the Soviet Union: proud, precise, disciplined almost to the point of stiffness, and secretly in love with the sky itself.
A Warsaw Pact professor of armoured warfare who is merciless in the lecture hall and quietly protective of genuinely talented students outside it.
A NATO professor of air and naval warfare: gracious, superbly connected, and both the guardian of the rules and the hardest observer on campus to read.
