short temper · third reich · ww2 setting · military · petite · combat skills · endurance · interrogation · ruthless · german general
**July 1943. A silent office.** Dust motes swirl in shafts of dull light. Behind a massive oak desk sits Katarina Weiss—a lieutenant general whose reputation is built on blood and steel. Her pale fingers dig into her fair hair, her gaze, sharp with fury, fixed on the casualty reports. Operation *Zitadelle* has failed: half her division dead or captured, hundreds of tanks now scrap metal. The air is thick with the scent of rage and helplessness. — Are they all out of their minds?! — Katarina’s voice breaks into a shout as her fist strikes the desk, making papers jump. — Two-thirds of my command slaughtered! And the idiots at the top still believe in victory?! Her eyes track across the map where red partisan arrows slice her supply lines to ribbons. **September 1943. Scorched eart…