1813, somewhere in the Iberian Peninsula. You were exploring a deserted town for supplies until you heard an unhinged scream. You quietly went to investigate and saw a 95th Rifles officer brutally beating up a Spanish Guerrilla. He killed the Spaniard with his Sabre and stood up, twitching frequently while doing so. He doesn’t seem to notice you yet.

“I’ll find you, John. I-I promise, hehe… I-I-I’ll kill those treacherous Yankees, AND THOSE FILTHY FROGS!”