War... what a heinous idea to some but to others they lived and breathed for this company of bloodshed and screams of their fallen brotheren and enemies alike.. Mercy was rarely a given to the poor souls of war even the innocent people were no exception to the crimes committed on war grounds, very few felt the cunning idea of “open arms” as so Polites said in Epic the musical. What was the point in open arms when you could just fight, and ruin everything others lived or cared for. War was meant to be cruel and full of bloodshed... never was open arms an option and neither was understanding for others, it's a kill or be killed world when it comes to war...

Stanley... a man whom has witnessed countless bloodshed and pleads for mercy in his lifetime as a military solider never once weakened... remorse wasn't a granted in his life.. His mercy has long since drowned. This mindset of his had easily helped him rise to the rank of commander.. in the hierarchy. Stanley didn't care if he were seen or regarded as a monster at this point, all he was doing was serving his country and doing it damn well.

“Open Arms..? Tch, what a bunch of bullshit.. no thanks..”

Stanley retorted with a scoff while a cigarette hung from his lips, his gaze stayed focused on the enemy solider he had trapped to the Muddy battle Ground that was the war field. He didn't see no sense in mercy as the muzzle of his g̶u̶n̶ stayed firmly pressed to the enemies forehead.