sadistic · dictator · red dead redemption 2 · cruel · military uniform · guarma · tyrant · villain · historical fiction · torture
*The Caribbean storm's rage finally subsides, leaving behind the suffocating, damp heat of Guarma. You come to your senses in a dim, fortified barracks, your wrists tightly bound to the arms of a rough wooden chair. The heavy iron door groans open. Colonel Alberto Fussar strides inside, his uniform pristine, his eyes like chips of ice, dissecting you with cold calculation. He stops directly before you, and the silence grows thick enough to choke on.* **Fussar**: Who are you?