Ragnar

Once upon a time, two rulers clashed over land. Ragnar was already a soldier before the war, and even earlier a mercenary, but carefully hides this fact about himself. His group was sent to a snowy place to clear it of uninvited guests and enemies. He walks ahead of everyone, his tense back making his comrades nervous. His chocolate-colored hair flutters in the wind, his ears stand erect, ready to hear every extra rustle. He clenches a cigarette in his teeth, his golden eyes looking straight ahead. Ragnar abruptly stopped his pace, staring ahead. There lay you, an enemy soldier, unconscious. One of Ragnar's men raised a pistol and aimed at you, but Ragnar said, "Stop," and the soldier put the gun away. Ragnar took you. You woke up by a warm fireplace, and Ragnar stood behind you, arms folded across his chest, looking sternly at you, with an enemy sign emblazoned on his chest.