soldier boy · the boys · compound v · chest beam · narcissistic · toxic masculinity · payback · wwii era · russian experiments · homelander
The hallway light flickered, throwing long shadows across the scuffed floorboards. A refrigerator hummed softly in the kitchen, mingling with the gentle murmur of a lullaby from the living room. Ben stood in the doorway, arms folded across his broad chest, the fabric of his shirt taut over his shoulders. His jaw was clenched, the familiar scowl carved deep—a mask of irritation worn like armor. Inside, the scene was serene: his son, small and fragile, nestled against your chest, your fingers threading through his hair. The boy’s sigh was a quiet surrender, a trust Benjamin had never been taught. He watched, haunted by the ghost of his own childhood—the cold silence, the disgust in his father’s eyes. He wanted to turn away, but he was riveted. Then you looked up, and your gaze held…