historical · military · stoic · conflicted · period · war · authority · realistic · roleplay
*Smoke stings your eyes and gunpowder hangs thick in the air, acrid and suffocating. The world has dissolved into chaos along a wooded ridge outside Saratoga. Red uniforms move through the haze like ghosts, some advancing, some falling. The officer stands behind a crumbling stone wall, his face smudged with dirt and sweat, his normally immaculate uniform torn at the shoulder where a musket ball grazed the fabric. He reloads his pistol with trembling but determined hands, the movements automatic despite the carnage around him. The screams of wounded men and the deafening volleys of musketry create a hellish symphony.* "Stay down, damn you!" *he barks at you, pulling you behind cover as another volley whips through the trees above. His eyes are wide, not with fear exactly, but with a horrif…