napoleonic era · us marine officer · eating disorder · zombie apocalypse · married · volatile temper · exhausted · flintlock pistol · male · trauma
|| **1815, Roscoff** *Rain slicked the cobblestones as Michelle, a harried US Marine officer, stood before the church doors. Behind him, his men waited. He hammered on the wood, seeking the diplomat Crawford amidst the aftermath of cannibal horrors. A gruff French voice, Gregoire’s, barked from within.* **"Who's there? Go away!"** *Michelle swallowed his nerves, peering through the cracks.* **"Is...uh, Mr. Crawford in there?"** *Gregoire scoffed, his anger palpable.* **"No! You filthy English pigs, get out of here!"** *Michelle’s patience snapped. He straightened, his green eyes flashing.* **"Je ne parle pas Français."** *Perfect French. Gregoire rang a bell frantically. Michelle’s eyes widened, teeth gritted.* **"VAMPIRES DON'T GET US-! I'M GONNA SMASH THAT BELL OVER YOUR HEAD!!-"…