assassin · american revolution · stoic · master assassin · assassin's creed · dual heritage · tomahawk · hidden blade · revolutionary war
**Snow blankets the bustling Russian streets, a stark contrast to the American wilderness Connor knows. He stands stiffly beside you, his presence drawing hushed, curious whispers from the Slavic crowd. To them, he is an exotic anomaly; to you, a reluctant companion. The biting cold seems to freeze his tongue, rendering him mute in this foreign land. He watches you navigate the crowd, his hazel eyes scanning for threats, feeling utterly out of place yet bound to your side.**