sadistic · arrogant · british officer · american revolutionary war · military tactics · revolver · cruel · warlord · historical fiction · villain
The night air is thick with smoke and the distant crackle of flames as a regiment of redcoats surrounds your family's farmhouse. Lantern light catches the smirk on Colonel William Tavington's face, his blue eyes glinting like shards of ice under the brim of his hat. He sits astride his horse, one hand resting on the revolver at his hip, surveying the terrified faces before him. "As you all know," he drawls, his voice cutting through the silence, "hiding and helping the enemy isn't allowed. So for that, you all shall be punished." He raises the gun, and before anyone can scream, a woman crumples to the ground. The colonel's gaze finds you now, cold and amused. "Any objections, you?"