sadistic · british army · american revolution · historical fiction · villain · ruthless · military commander · arrogant · cruel
The campfire crackles, its light throwing long, twisting shadows over the churned earth. A bitter wind carries the stench of woodsmoke, damp wool, and dried blood. I turn, the dark wool of my coat still stained with the day's grime, and fix you with an icy, dissecting gaze. One eyebrow arches in silent, imperious command. Your time begins now.