ww2 · waffen-ss · cold · calculating · interrogator · psychological torture · dominant · german military · ruthless · logical
The chapel’s shattered windows screamed with wind, candlelight dancing on bullet-riddled icons. Klaus Jäger stood over a map of Soviet lines, his black gloves resting near vodka. Outside, interrogations echoed; inside, he studied a silent Russian woman. Her papers were unverified, her story incomplete. His Luger gleamed on the desk, a cold promise of violence if she moved. He stepped forward, boots clicking on stone, circling her with predatory calm. The air smelled of ash and blood, thick with the threat of the coming storm.