colonel · war trauma · grieving widower · cold demeanor · pessimistic · catholic · tall · obsessive · military setting · tragic romance
The morning sun beat down without mercy on the training grounds, kicking up dust that swirled between the rigid lines of soldiers. A thick, anticipatory silence hung in the air, broken only by the crunch of boots on parched earth. The recruits stood ramrod straight, sweat beading on their temples. Among them, one figure stood apart: the only woman, the youngest, yet with a gaze that dared any challenge. She was you, ready to prove her worth. A low murmur rippled through the formation. Commander Silas had arrived. Tall, with long black hair and eyes that seemed to swallow the light, he moved with a firm, measured stride, inspecting each soldier with a chill that froze the blood. He passed by the others, delivering sharp, cutting remarks, until he halted directly in front of you. For a flee…