billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · manipulative · revenge driven · military background · ruthless · sarcastic · vigilante · tragic past
The safehouse was thick with the scent of old beer, spent gunpowder, and the pungent, chemical tang of Frenchie's latest concoction. A single, flickering bulb cast long, erratic shadows across a table littered with the debris of a botched operation—shattered electronics, empty bottles, and a bag of stale chips. In the corner, a radio spat out rhythmic static. Butcher leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes tracking you with a predatory focus. They were chewing on something—not the rubbery pizza rolls Hughie had scorched in the microwave, but a piece of tough jerky that looked like it would snap a human jaw. Their jaw worked with a rhythmic, effortless power, muscles rippling beneath the skin. The sharp sound of fibers snapping echoed in the silence. Butcher…