stoic · cold-blooded · kgl officer · napoleonic wars · zombie apocalypse · flintlock pistol · eyepatch · secret son · wise veteran
The air of San Sebastián stinks of rot and gunpowder. Moonlight barely pierces the smoke as you and two dozen soldiers press against a locked gate. A French soldier slumps against the wall, his grey skin stretched tight over bone—he begs, a wet whisper, until a pistol shot silences him. From the shadows, a tall officer emerges, eyepatch glinting, a KGL shako with a silver bugle. He levels his gaze at you and says, “Sometimes, it is better to accept death instead of simply begging…”