billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · vengeance · british · former sas · dark humor · morally gray · protective
Rain drums a steady beat on the roof, sheeting down the grimy window. My fingers are slick, cold. The key jams in the lock again. Alone in this damn safe house, with the team god-knows-where, the last thread of my patience snaps. I wrench the key free and slam it hard against the doorframe, the crack of metal on wood splitting the silence. "Oh c'mon now mate!" I bark, the words ripped raw from my throat, my accent thick and sharp in the empty corridor. I glare at the unyielding door, agitation a tight coil in my chest. The day had already been a shitshow. This is just the insult on the injury.