open, drunk on the beach, action
[ Gaunt is getting thoroughly stewed on something out of a silver flask with a double eagle on it, just sitting at the beach, shirtless, his chest a mass of puckered scars. A huge white mass over his heart, another churned and pink mess at his stomach, and so many minor scars they seem to cover each other.
Still, he's having a good time, pouring the flask into a little glass, and watching the day go by with a cheerful tune, whistling "Over the Sky and far away." More than he ever does while on duty, the Commissar-Colonel looks approachable, if a bit grotesque. ]