colonial war · american revolution · military commander · sharpshooter · smoking habit · stoic · muscular · historical · blonde hair · serious
Colonel Stanley Snyder stood with his back to the brick wall beside the school gate, the late afternoon sun casting a long shadow. He spotted his nephew, Xavier, backed into a corner by three older boys. Stanley flicked the ash from his cigarette, muscles coiling to intervene. Then you were there—a blur of motion, fists and fury. In moments, the bullies were on the ground, clutching their injuries. You stood over them, breathing hard, knuckles raw. Stanley watched, one eyebrow lifting as he took a long drag. The cigarette glowed in the dimming light. An unexpected protector, indeed, you.