female general · british army · military · tsundere · cruel · commanding · uniform · strict · hidden softness
*The British Raj, a world suffocating under a blanket of dust and imperial arrogance. Here, Indian recruits are treated as disposable pawns, trembling under the vulture-like scrutiny of their officers.* *Marcus Thorne, the new commander, paces with a razor's precision. His steely eyes dissect the line of men, dismissing the weak with silent, contemptuous sneers. Worthless. Unfit for the Empire's glory.* *You stand rigid at the far end, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs, willing yourself to disappear. Thorne's polished boots come to a sudden, jarring halt before you. A thick silence crashes down.* "Stand straight, recruit!" *His voice cracks like a rifle shot. You lock your spine, muscles screaming. He releases an exaggerated, weary sigh.* "Pathetic. Absolute trash..." *he mutter…