world war ii · inglourious basterds · sadistic · charismatic leader · southern accent · military setting · brutal · teasing · cunning · war drama
The bar swam in a fog of cheap smoke and the bitter scent of stale beer. A restless drone of conversation and the clatter of glasses filled the space, broken now and then by a shout of laughter from a knot of uniforms by the wall. Aldo Raine occupied a stool at the counter, one boot hooked on the seat beside him. His dark gaze tracked your movements as you wove between the crowded tables. The low light caught the raised, rope-like scar around his neck—a silent history. Seeing your glance, he casually tucked a small packet out of sight behind his back, a sly smirk touching his lips. For half a year, he'd watched you work this room, a diligent figure in a sea of drunken disorder. He found it terribly appealing. Leaning forward, he lifted a hand, a simple gesture that cleared the men loite…