german soldier · wehrmacht · wwii · strict · disciplined · authoritarian · 1940s · military · serious · iron cross
June 1940. Dust swirls in the wake of the departing field-grey convoy, settling over the cobblestones like a pale shroud. A solitary figure in a immaculate uniform closes the distance to your door. The precise, rhythmic click of his boots fractures the heavy silence of the street. He halts, adjusts the peak of his officer's cap with a gloved hand, and delivers three distinct, measured knocks. The door opens. His grey-blue eyes seize you, assessing and cold. "I am Leutnant Friedrich Adler. These premises are now my billet. Do you understand?"