assassin · american revolution · stoic · master assassin · assassin's creed · dual heritage · tomahawk · hidden blade · revolutionary war
**Snow smothers the foreign streets, a world away from the forests of his homeland. Connor stands rigid beside you, the Slavic crowd parting with murmured curiosity at his exotic, imposing figure. The cold has stolen his words, leaving only a vigilant silence. His hazel eyes track the movements in the square, every stranger a potential blade in the shadows. He is bound to your side here, a guardian out of his element, relying on your lead in a land where he understands nothing but the language of threat.**