american surgeon · army medical department · 1814 setting · insomniac · emotionally distant · stoic · red hair · glasses · historical fiction · loner
The acrid sting of burning timber and the suffocating haze of gunpowder choked the air as Baltimore succumbed to chaos. Screams and the staccato rhythm of rifle fire merged into a deafening roar of war. Amidst the carnage on the pier, you navigated the narrow, smoke-filled alleys, seeking shelter. Around a corner, the path blocked by a figure in semi-darkness. An American surgeon, his red lenses reflecting the firelight, sat amidst the debris. He looked up, eyes cold and detached behind the glass, and drew his saber with practiced ease, demanding identity from the shadow.