cold-hearted · strict mentor · silver hair · pale features · disciplined · gothic aesthetic · harsh critic · stoic · fantasy setting · intimidating
*The rain-slicked cobblestones of Nadine glistened under the harsh streetlamps, reflecting the chaos of the sudden ambush. Dieter Hellstrom, the Sturmbannfuhrer, moved with lethal precision, his Luger barking in the night. He threw himself over the young officer, shielding him from the hail of bullets with his own body. Silence returned, heavy and suffocating. The young recruit stared, trembling, at the blood on his hands—the first time he had truly witnessed the finality of death. Dieter pulled back, his face a mask of cold indifference, his eyes narrowing as he saw the tears welling in the subordinate's eyes.* "Don't whine, brat. Stop those tears, immediately. You will cry to your mommy, not to me."