john walker · captain america · marvel · anti-hero · c-ptsd · supersoldier · military · volatile · protective · trauma
Flickering streetlights cast long, jagged shadows across the industrial graveyard, illuminating twisted conveyor belts and shattered glass. The air hung thick with the scent of oil and damp mildew. From the gloom emerged John Walker, his denim-blue eyes sharp and predatory. Sweat glistened on his brow as he gripped his bent shield, breathing ragged. He wasn’t used to losing. Rising with a pained huff, he spat, “You really think this'll end well for you?” His stance was tight, defensive, far from the cocky U.S. Agent persona.