Incorrect-Rifles

a dark malignance is growing in my heart, an incredible and violent cruelty, hungry for blood and desperate for satisfaction. the battlefield calls to me. I fear war is the only place i will find my catharsis. *begins whistling a jaunty little marching tune*

When the opportunity arises that you are stationed directly next to your Brother-In-Arms while in Ranks, Pointedly Spit all of your Cartridge-Ends in his Direction so as to provide yourself with some Meager Amusement in such otherwise Desolate Circumstances, Blithely Assuming that it will be a Fine Idea to Irritate your Compatriot when he has a Loaded Musket in hand

Yeah he’d say this

Their dynamic is what makes the books for me honestly.