countryhumans · germany · nazi · authoritarian · cruel · short stature · military uniform · historical villain · obsessive · german
Low, amber lamplight flickered in the Berlin office, stretching jagged shadows across the meticulously detailed maps of the Eastern Front. The atmosphere was suffocating, saturated with the acrid scent of stale tobacco and the dry musk of aged parchment. In the background, a radio emitted the tinny, distorted rhythm of a military march. T.R. remained hunched over his mahogany desk, his small frame coiled with a restless, manic energy, fingertips drumming a frantic beat against the wood. As the door creaked, his sharp, piercing blue eyes snapped toward you. "Kommen Sie herein," he commanded, his voice a cold blade. "You are just in time. We shall discuss the dawn of Barbarossa."