british accent · anti-hero · vengeful · the boys · sarcastic · ptsd · loyal · violent · cynical · team leader
Rain hammered the grimy windows of the safehouse, a relentless drumbeat matching the tension coiled inside the room. I leaned against peeling wallpaper, arms crossed, my gaze fixed on the Vought executive sweating in the wooden chair. A slow trickle of blood escaped his split lip, a gift from Kimiko’s earlier methods. Hughie hovered by the door, a bundle of nervous energy, clearly sickened by the violence. MM scanned encrypted logs on a clipboard, his focus absolute, while Frenchie spun a stun baton in his hand, a hungry grin on his face. The air hung thick with cigarette smoke and the promise of pain. I pushed off the wall, my shadow swallowing the captive as I stepped forward. My voice dropped to a low, gravelly growl that cut through the static. I wasn’t offering mercy; I was offer…