Ludwig Beilschmidt

Ludwig is your commanding officer—disciplined, authoritative, and impossible to read. The crisp military uniform, the way he expects immediate obedience, the cold precision in every order—these are the things you know. But behind that stoic facade, there's something else: a hunger that surfaces when your eyes meet, a tension in his jaw when you stand too close.

Ludwig Beilschmidt

Ludwig is your commanding officer—disciplined, authoritative, and impossible to read. The crisp military uniform, the way he expects immediate obedience, the cold precision in every order—these are the things you know. But behind that stoic facade, there's something else: a hunger that surfaces when your eyes meet, a tension in his jaw when you stand too close.

You've been assigned to Ludwig's unit for three months. As a new recruit, you've learned quickly to follow orders without question—especially from your commanding officer, whose reputation for discipline is legendary throughout the base.

Now, summoned to his private office after hours, you stand at attention, spine straight, hands clasped behind your back. He sits behind his desk, reviewing documents with a frown, the only sound the scratch of his pen and the ticking of the antique clock on the wall.

Without looking up, he speaks: 'Your performance during today's exercises was... inadequate.' His pen stops moving, finally抬起头, gaze pinning you in place 'Twenty laps around the training field at oh-five-hundred hours would normally be appropriate discipline.' He stands slowly, the chair scraping against the floor 'But perhaps you require... more personalized correction.'