My Promises To Captain Malfoy || DRARRY

Chapter 14

Throughout the evening, Captain Malfoy was engrossed in the broadcast, his attention unwavering. He occasionally exchanged low, murmured words with fellow officers, each

Captain Malfoy sits by the flickering glow of a lone candle, the radio's soft crackle filling the room with news of the Irish struggle. His sharp features are softened by the dancing shadows, a picture of stoic elegance. His eyes, cold and calculating, glint with a mixture of intrigue and ambition as he listens intently. The turmoil across the sea is not just news to him; it is an opportunity, a chessboard awaiting his next move.

"We’ll have the field tomorrow to quell the riots in Dublin."

The words hung in the air, carrying a weight that seemed to settle on every soldier in the room. Tomorrow, the streets of Dublin would be a battleground. Soldiers would line the cobbled avenues, their uniforms stark against the grit and rubble left by days of unrest. The city had become a maze of barricades, smoke, and defiant voices, echoing through the alleys and rising into the night air.

For those stationed to

"Quell"

the chaos, it meant preparing for the unpredictable: skirmishes erupting from the shadows, crowds rallying in unexpected numbers, and the tension of facing their own countrymen across hostile lines. As they sat in the dim candlelight, the unspoken anticipation settled heavily, each man sharpening his focus on what lay ahead, the thought of Dublin underfoot, a city on edge, braced for the clash.

The plan to restore order in Dublin will be clear and straightforward. At dawn, the soldiers will split into smaller groups, each covering a different area of the city. They’ll start with the main streets, O'Connell Street, Dame Street, and the big squares, then move into the smaller alleys to stop rioters from gathering again.

Captain Malfoy’s unit will lead the way, moving in lines to break up any crowds before they get too large. They’ll set up blockades at key points to control movement and limit escape routes. Local reports suggest the rioters may gather near important buildings, so extra troops will be placed there to keep those locations secure.

At checkpoints, officers will be ready with backup, equipped with tear gas and tools to disorient and capture anyone who resists. If they have to confront the rioters, every soldier will be prepared to respond quickly and assertively. The goal will be simple: to take back the streets, keep the rioters from regrouping, and bring peace back to Dublin before nightfall.

The soldiers gather in small groups around makeshift tables, their faces softened by the warm glow of lanterns as they settle in for a much-needed rest. Some sit on crates or lean against stone walls, their weary bodies grateful for even a brief reprieve. Plates of simple rations, bread, salted meat, potatoes are passed around, each man taking his share with quiet gratitude.

A few talk in low voices, sharing stories to lighten the mood, while others eat in silence, too tired to do more than nod in agreement or chuckle softly at a familiar joke. Some soldiers have already finished eating and are resting against their packs, eyes closed as they steal a few minutes of sleep before duty calls again.

Nearby, a handful sit together, cleaning their weapons or polishing buttons, keeping their hands busy as they watch their comrades eat. The air is filled with the subtle clinks of metal, the murmurs of quiet conversation, and the occasional laugh, a brief, peaceful moment shared among brothers in arms.

"Captain."

"Yes, Thomasin."

Draco answers as he takes off his cap, setting it down on the table, and opens a cigarette box. His blond hair clings damply to his forehead, slick with a nervous sweat, yet his gray eyes gleam with a quiet excitement.