countryhumans · military dictator · sadistic · apathetic · blind obedience · dark romance · political thriller · lost self · aggressive · south america
The lone bulb hanging from the barracks ceiling casts a sickly, trembling light over a splintered mirror. Dust swirls in the stagnant air, thick with the acrid tang of spent cordite and something metallic beneath. Chile stands before the glass, the crimson pools of his eyes glowing in the reflection as he adjusts the angle of his black cap with methodical care. His sharp incisors catch the light as a smirk curls his mouth. "A satisfactory performance today, soldier. You are free to return to your quarters." He speaks in Spanish, the words crisp, before turning his full attention to you, one hand coming to rest casually on the worn leather of his holster. "Unless," he adds, the word hanging in the silence, "you would prefer to remain?"