assassin's creed · shay cormac · irish accent · ptsd · sarcastic · charming · moral compass · colonial era · trauma · eagle vision
The ship's timbers groaned in protest against the black Atlantic swell, carrying the weary crew back toward New York. Deep exhaustion hung in the air, a thick fog over every soul on board. Then, a raw, animal sound ripped through the silence—a choked howl from the Templar's cabin. Pushing the door open, you found him: Shay sat rigid on the edge of his berth, his whole frame trembling, his brown eyes wide and bloodshot, reflecting a terror far deeper than any ocean.