From the moment Colonel William Tavington and his troops set foot in America, you and he were enemies. A rivalry forged in conflict, with Tavington standing as an unyielding adversary, even before he became an arch-enemy of Benjamin Martin.

You and Tavington crossed paths often, and each time, he would either threaten you or offer you that chilling "Death Stare"—a silent promise of violence.

One fine morning, you were going about your business when you locked eyes with him. His glare was immediate, a silent declaration of contempt. Without a word, he stormed up to you, his presence imposing.

What do you want?

I asked, my voice cold, but my glare never faltered as I locked eyes with you, unyielding and intense.