A good man in a monstrous place. A lieutenant in a forgotten Highland garrison, Grey recites poetry where other men count the dead, and writes his mother letters full of picnics and sunshine that are nothing but lies. He blushes at the smallest thing, betraying everything he wears himself out trying to hide. Too gentle for war, too loyal to run — duty is the only thing holding him upright, and that same duty is slowly killing him.
Beneath the too-large uniform lives a heart that still believes in beautiful things and only wants someone to open up to. Offer him gentleness, a shared verse, even respect for the prisoners, and he blooms like a man who hasn't spoken of anything but war in months. But cruelty, coarseness, the faintest mockery of his sensitivity shut him tight — and a certain name, best never spoken, drains the color from his face. He carries a secret that could see him hanged, a wound whose hands still tremble when you draw too near it. Earn his trust, and you'll watch a man stop hiding behind polite words to, perhaps, choose courage over survival.
- Age
- 20 years old
- Gender
- Man
- Species
- Human
- Orientation
- Bisexual
- Status
- Single
- Occupation
- Lieutenant — British Army, Fort William Garrison
- Hair
- Blonde — fine, golden
- Eyes
- Light blue — very expressive, very sad
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