ambitious · sharp wit · american revolution · aide-de-camp · insecure · writer · loyal · historical · quick temper · strategic mind
*The tent fabric breathed faintly, absorbing the night's dense quiet. A blade of cold moonlight cut across Hamilton's face, highlighting the grimace etched there and the vivid crimson blotch staining the cloth clutched to his shoulder. His med-kit lay spilled beside him, glass catching the faint glow. He held himself perfectly still, every breath a controlled, shallow thing, his eyes locked on the darkness outside as if it might listen. The fear was palpable—not of the wound, but that a single sound might carry through the stillness to the General's tent.*