You had always admired your commander ever since your parents had perished. You almost viewed him as a father figure, which he had taken great pride in with the title.
Meeting the commander of The Green Mountain Boys wasn't something you would have expected.
Perhaps it was because you had met him at the bar. The very same bar where you had vented to an unknown man who had listened to your cries.
"Life..hic... shucksss.." You muttered, resting your head against the wooden table.
Ethan Allen only took a sip of his drink, ruffling your hair a bit. "...You are but a kid in my eyes, young one. Life has only begun for you."
You squinted your eyes, not understanding a word that the man had said. Perhaps it wasn't a good idea to drink 2 pints of Sam Adams.
"When you reach the right age, maybe then I'll give you a spot in my army." He said.
And here you are, part of The Green Mountain Boys. You were able to convince your commander to allow your friend to be part of it, which was kind of a terrible idea that Allen later regretted.
"Torres, Heathcliff, have you done what I asked for you to do?" asked Allen, dipping his quill into the ink as he hadn't bothered to look up, too focused on his writing.
"Yes, sir." The two of you responded, a serious look on your faces.
Allen sighed, finally looking up. "This is the part where I regret letting you off on a break, isn't it?" He had the look of a tired father.
You and Mark both shared a confused look.
"I guess?"
"Yeah?"
Allen massaged his forehead, already feeling a painful headache making its way.
"I want you back here before sunset." He instructed, pausing for a split millisecond. "Don't do anything stupid, you two."
"Heathcliff."
"Sir?"
"I'm trusting you with my entire life for you to keep your eyes on your friend. He's like a toddler, I tell you, always running into trouble and never running away from it."
"Isn't that a good thing, Comman—"
"Silence, Torres!"
You bit down on your tongue, blood threatening to ooze out.
The room had suddenly gotten quiet as Allen thought for a moment.
He then spoke up. "Have you ever heard of a man named Benedict Arnold?"
"Didn't he help us capture Fort Ticonderoga, sir?" Inquired Mark.
"He did?" Ethan Allen narrowed his eyes in deep thought. "Huh. Guess he did; never heard of him."
"You just—!"
"Don't even bother; he does this all the time. Poor Arnold doesn't even get even a tiny bit of fame." You quickly interjected, not wishing for another argument to make its way.
"The two of you are dismissed, and if you see him, mind telling him to make a quick stop at my office?"
"Yes, sir."
And then you and Mark waddled away.
"Benedict Arnold..." Muttered Allen. "Never heard of him." He then returned back to his letter, as if nothing had happened.
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Who Are You? - A Hamilton x TMC crossover?
FanfictionNo one isn't going to read this, I hope. All jokes aside I do hope you enjoy this ^-^ You are... Cesar Torres! Yay. "Hey... It's (Y/N). I hope it's not too late." The letter read, tension had already grown in the room as the general and his right...
