yes i'm aware the bicorne is not the right one but guess what you nerd i don't care my oc my rules that's why he was made to be degraded ok

Amidst a quiet, windy evening, An officer sat under a tree, His face shadowed by his bicorne slightly tilted forwards, His sabre briquet unholstered and sat beside him on the grass.

Bandages attiqued his body, wrappes around his torso and left arm over his uniform, slightly dirtied and bloodied from being worn too long without being changed. Many shrapnel scars and scratches adorned his face, an almost relaxed frown on his face.

His right hand rested upon his propped up right knee, the bandaged other resting on the soft grass underneath him. He seemed almost at peace for once. His still conducive hand going up to adjust his eyepatch for a moment, before dropping back down onto his knee, lost in thought.