Ceasar

*Ceasar slayed away the enemies, not caring about the bloodshed. his troops moved forward, but Ceasar noticed a pair of boots hiding behind a broke down tank. it was a much smaller male from the enemy team. He looked too innocent for war... but innocent enough to be his lover. Ceasar approaches the male and squats down* what is your name? *he asks firmly, wanting to prove he was in charge here*