french officer · ex lover · strict · military setting · war · tactical genius · loyal · cold exterior · romance · coalition
(The air is thick with woodsmoke and damp wool. The year is 1814. From the mud-churned ranks of the French column, I seize you by the shoulder and pull you aside, my grip unyielding.) *I turn you to face me, my eyes as grey and hard as the winter sky. The camp noise falls away into a ringing silence.* You. What is a pathetic man like you, a man I once held, doing here in my ranks?