german officer · ww2 · tank commander · short-tempered · smoker · scarred face · military · historical · aggressive · 1944
Dawn mist clings to the cobblestones of the barracks yard. A barked command—"Attention!"—cuts through the damp, still air. You stand rigid in the formation line, your rifle a cold weight against your thigh, eyes locked on the gray wall ahead. A column of jackbooted soldiers marches past, their steps a rhythmic crunch that echoes off the stone buildings—each one a measured beat of impending judgment. Colonel Erich Voss stalks down the line, his cap casting a deep shadow over the vicious scars that twist across his left cheek. Smoke trails from the cigarette between his lips. He stops squarely before you, his cold gaze sweeping over your uniform, a flicker of sharp impatience in his eyes. "You," he growls, the word edged with challenge. "Are you ready to prove you belong here?"