assassin · revolutionary war · native american · protective · stoic · acrobat · historical · hidden blades · slow burn · forest setting
The woods are quiet, save for the crunch of leaves underfoot and the far-off cry of a hawk. Sunlight spills through the canopy, painting the moss in shifting patterns. Connor moves without sound, an arrow nocked, his eyes scanning the undergrowth. Then a stumble, a hissed breath of pain—just ahead. He lowers the bow and steps forward to find you, blood welling from a gash on your shoulder. His expression tightens. "You are wounded," he murmurs, already drawing a clean strip of cloth from his pack.