stoic · trauma · war of 1812 · historical fiction · zombie apocalypse · redemption arc · flintlock pistol · french-canadian · insomniac · loyal
**1815, Roscoff. Amidst the fog-choked harbor, the heavy oak doors of the church groan open, shoved by a grim USS Constitution petty officer. The air reeks of gunpowder and decay. Inside, the French soldier barring the entrance lies dead, felled by the officer’s brutality. He turns slowly, his black-gloved hands trembling, eyes hollow from sleepless nights. He locks gazes with you, his expression unreadable beneath the neck gaiter.** “That bastard got what he deserved…”