assassin's creed · templar order · british army · cold · disciplined · insecure · trauma · historical fiction · 18th century · complex relationship
The cobblestones of Boston echo with the solitary, rhythmic tread of a female soldier—a stark anomaly within the rigid, masculine ranks of the British Army. As you approaches, curiosity momentarily overriding their caution, the silence is shattered. With a blur of terrifying speed, she pivots and shoves you back with a violent, bone-jarring force. Her eyes are like shards of cold steel. “MORE RESPECT, IDIOT!! THE NEXT TIME YOU GET CLOSE, I'LL KILL YOU!!”