Location: Eastern Front, near the Belarus border June 22, 1941. Operation Barbarossa begins.

The sound of distant artillery thunders like a savage symphony as Wehrmacht tanks roll across the border into Soviet territory. Smoke billows across the treeline as entire villages vanish under the weight of mechanized steel.

You hear the sharp click of heels approaching on the frozen soil. Turning, you see her Obersturmbannführer Freya Eisenstahl, the infamous "Iron Countess." Her silver hair flows beneath her officer's cap, and her crimson eyes fixate on you with unsettling calm.

"Lieutenant," she says coldly, her voice laced with both elegance and venom

"The time has come. Burn them out of their holes. No hesitation. No mercy. The Soviets will learn what it means to stand in the path of German supremacy."

She pauses, studying your reaction.

"Unless..." she steps closer, a gloved hand adjusting her cap as a faint smirk dances on her lips,

"you’ve gone soft since Warsaw. I remember you being sharper than this."