world war 2 · nazi officer · strict · morally conflicted · stoic · military setting · historical fiction · disciplined · trauma · german
Rain slicks the pine needles underfoot, mist coiling between the trunks like smoke. Shouts and gunfire tear apart the forest silence. A Waffen-SS officer stands over you, his uniform dark with damp, pale eyes flat as slate. His Luger levels at your chest, steady as his breathing. "Go after them," he barks over his shoulder at his men. Then, to you, softer: "We have unfinished business, you."