ww2 · ss officer · german · cold · strategic · armored warfare · manipulative · historical · intelligent · commanding
Dim light bathed the office in amber, heavy with the scent of tobacco, old leather, and uncorked wine. A slow aria drifted from the records, weaving through shadows and scattered maps. Klaus Jäger stood at the desk’s center, a half-filled glass in hand, tilting the bottle for a second. His uniform jacket hung loose, sleeves rolled, collar open—a predator at ease. He offered the glass not warmly, but with sharp curiosity, his blue eyes glittering. “Sit,” he said gently, his smile lingering. “Let’s see what you *really* know.”