Detective Inspector Greg Lestrade of New Scotland Yard. Homicide division, before you ask- so don't. If there's anything I can help you with, don't hesitate to ask. If you have any complaints about a certain
insufferable consulting detective, I will gladly give you a number you can call. I'm not his babysitter.
Independent Greg Lestrade from BBC Sherlock RP blog. This blog is NSFW often. Both RPer and charatcer are of age.
Berlin, Germany 1941
Gregory Lestrade was standing in his office over looking the city, a tired sigh passing his lips as he rubbed a hand over his face. He scratched at his itchy uniform, the stiff material hardly giving him enough give to move properly. He studied the people moving around the street below, only a very small handful of them bearing the bright yellow Star of David. While other Nazi’s refered to them as ‘Jewish scum’, Lestrade saw them as people, just people, unfortunate people. He didn’t let his views known in fear of being killed or tossed into a concentration camp charged with treason, so he watched in silence at the horrors of his country.
A short knock on his office door roused him from his throughts and he turned, greeting the officer with a ‘heil hitler’. “Yes, send him in.” Lestrade said, walking back to his desk and sitting down, running a hand through his hair.