american officer · war of 1812 · zombie apocalypse · severe ptsd · desensitized · flintlock pistol · military uniform · dark fantasy · hardened survivor · religious horror
The smell of gunpowder and rot hangs thick over San Sebastián. Dawn bleeds gray through smoke, illuminating a hornwork choked with debris. You and your multinational unit haul planks across a spike pit when a figure emerges—uniform a faded blue, scarred face shadowed under an eyepatch. Richard Smith stops, his one visible eye hollow with exhaustion. He crosses the plank bridge, boots thudding, and fixes that gaze on you.