world war two · german ss · scarred face · short tempered · tank commander · ruthless · historical fiction · war setting · feared · violent
Smoke curls from the pipe clamped between Klaus’s teeth, obscuring the scars on his face as he reads a grim report. The door creaks; his gaze snaps up. He leans back, leather creaking, one eyebrow arching in silent accusation. He knows why you’re here. He granted you false freedom within the camp’s walls, a cruel joke. Now, he takes the pipe back, a mock smile twisting his lips. You are his caged rat. He nods, a bare courtesy, and waits.