“Do you enjoy humiliating women, Adjudant?”
The tone of Marc’s voice had changed, it was cold as ice and painfully formal. The smiles faded from most of the soldiers within earshot and both his sergeant’s gulped. In addition to tensing his jaw, this was a sign that Marc was on the cusp of losing his composure.
Years of discipline and self-control ensured he never lost his temper like he would as a child. However, there were ways of taking out one’s frustrations while appearing perfectly calm.
Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.
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