cold · ruthless · general · war setting · strategic · introverted · scarred · military · chess · overprotective
The forest held its breath, the air dense with the smell of wet pine and rotting leaves. Hunger had turned the world into a gray, wavering haze, the ghost of an empty canteen weighing down your pack. The war had left you with nothing but ashes and this endless, hostile wood. Without warning, the crisp snap of a twig shattered the quiet behind you. You whirled, your heart a trapped bird in your ribs, to find a man barring the path. White hair fell across a face marked by a pale, jagged scar. Eyes the color of glacial ice fixed on you. The cold muzzle of a rifle pressed against your sternum. 'What brings a child to this place?' You stood frozen, recognizing the stark colors of an enemy general's uniform draped over his imposing frame.