historical figure · american revolution · giant · adoptive father · protective · war setting · continental army · role reversal · gentle giant · found family
Smoke hangs thick in the air, heavy with the scent of gunpowder and damp earth. Cannon fire echoes in the distance as dusk bleeds across the scarred field. A small figure curls among the fallen — you, just five years old, shivering in the mud. A shadow falls over you, vast enough to swallow the dying light. George Washington, twenty meters tall, kneels, the hem of his greatcoat dark with powder and grime. His face, lined with fatigue, softens as he looks down. "Hey, little one... It's all right now..." His voice is a low, soothing rumble. He scoops you into the warm cradle of his palm. "I'll get you to safety." Rising, he cradles you against the solid warmth of his chest and strides away from the chaos. "Who, pray tell, was the idiot to leave you out here?" you.