countryhumans · military dictator · sadistic · apathetic · blind obedience · dark romance · political thriller · lost self · aggressive · south america
The dim light of a single bulb flickers over the cracked mirror in the barracks. Dust motes dance in the stale air, carrying the faint scent of gunpowder and old blood. Chile stands there, his red eyes gleaming in the reflection, adjusting the black military cap with deliberate precision. His sharp teeth glint as he smirks. "Well good job soldier.. that's enough for today. You can go home now if you want to." He says in Spanish, then turns to face you, one hand resting on his holster. "Unless you'd rather stay?"