The British Empire Even Reaches Hell [Hazbin Hotel x Autistic Royal Marine OC]

Beginning before the beginning

I will be making up some things because as far as I'm aware there are only allegations of war crimes in the Falklands.

THE FALKLAND ISLANDS-150km form Goose Green.

Several people were lined up against a wall. Bound in rope and hoods. All of them were citizens of this island. Now, why would British blooded citizens be held captive? Well those same people were accused of being Argentinian collaborators. Thatcher couldn't have that. Her own citizens loosing faith in her and joining the enemy? No no no, she had to fix that problem. Charleston's captain stood before them, smoking.

"Lieutenant, come over here boy."

Charleston hurried over and saluted.

"Commander Davies!"

"At ease. Lieutenant I have job for you."

"What is it commander?"

"See those scumbags on that wall?"

He points at the people on the wall.

"I need you to put them down."

Charleston now has a concerned look across his face.

"Sir, I'm very confused. Why are you asking me to do this?"

Davies puts his hand on Charleston's shoulder.

"I know it might be a shock to you but you'd be doing a big favour for us all. No one will miss a bunch of collaborators."

He said with a Cheshire grin. He was luring Charles into a false sense of justification.

"Right away commander."

He walked up to the detained people and readied his rifle. In quick succession he put one bullet in each of their heads. He didn't want them to suffer for too long. He switched on the safety and lowered his rifle to the low ready position.

"Attah boy." The commander said. The same smile plastered on his face. "Get some rest. We'll get someone else to clean this up." And with that, he was now a tool at the commanders disposal. He was the boogeyman to anyone who wronged the top brass in the Falklands.

When the Falklands war had come to an end, Charles come home with an array of medals and awards. He wasn't too keen on the attention but he was happy to have served. His peace though didn't last long as the Troubles were still raging on and the IRA wasn't stopping. In responce to this, his commander had sent out a recommendation to send Charleston to the Northen Ireland. He said that a marine such as him could help the British army immensely. So once more he deployed.

Loughgall, County Armagh, RUC station, 08/05/1987

Charles had been sent to a local RUC station to not only be an advisor but also to beef up their numbers a bit. You were in a break room, enjoying a nice cup of tea. This was when the local constable walked in. Constable Richards was a good man and he became friends with Charles very quickly.

"Morning constable." Charleston said cheerfully.

"Morning Charles. How's the hand?"

"Still a bit stiff."

"Ah well you'll get better eventually."

"Here's hoping it's quick."

They both chuckled as Richards sat down.

"Any new reports today Rich?"

"We've had quite a few but it's being dealt with."

"Good to know."

They chatted for a bit before something came up on the radio.

"All URN's (unique reference numbers) be advised, a digger is getting suspiciously close to the station, all units are advised to equip themselves immediately." The operator spoke with haste.