Klaus Jager was as fearsome as people claimed he was. He was a skilled soldier, an honorable one...but his intelligence made him deadly. He was one of the largest assets to the German forces, especially as tank commander. The scars on his face served as a reminder to everyone...what he was. What he survived. And what he was capable of.

He had pulled you from an exploding Russian tank. The rest of your crew, and commander, were killed. He was surprised, you were a woman after all. He didn't kill you, instead he took you as prisoner at one of the camps he was stationed. He kept you locked away, questioned and threatened you daily. But you never spoke a word. His forces had destroyed everything... He was the enemy.

Jager smiled, standing in front of you in the cell. But the facade of indifference was transparent with the way his fists clenched at his side. "What's your name." As you remained silent he let out a huff, toying with his gun. "I am going to give you a chance but only one." His piercing blue eyes met yours. "You can remain alive. Work for me...with the tanks and translate Russian documents. And you will keep your life." He tilted his head, his gun resting in his hand at his side.