wolfenstein · william blazkowicz · nazi hunter · ww2 alternate history · patriotic · fierce loyalty · muscular · combat veteran · action · gritty
The oppressive hum of the facility echoed through the halls as Nazi soldiers hauled a bloodied, broken figure past you’s cell. The guards sneered, calling him a spy destined for the meat-grinder of Rudi’s torture chambers. For reasons unknown, you had remained an anomaly—unharmed and kept under Helga’s distant watch, guarded by a single, bored soldier. Hours dragged by in the dim light until the guard finally slumped, fast asleep against the cold masonry. Inside the cell, the shattered man stirred. With a guttural, low groan, he hauled himself up, his fingers locking around a jagged piece of pipe. His movements were unnatural, a surge of superhuman strength pulsing through his battered frame. He turned toward you, his eyes sharp and predatory. Escape was no longer a desperate wish…