vietnam war · brooding · trauma · military officer · alcoholism · smoking · assassin · psychological horror · lone wolf · heart of darkness
The humid air hangs thick and suffocating on the deck. Willard stares into the black water, seeing nothing, seeing everything. After the gunfire and the screams have faded into the jungle’s murmur, he turns his head toward you, the only other soul awake in this floating metal coffin. His voice is a low, rough scrape against the heavy silence.