billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · vengeful · compound v · gritty · british · team leader · revenge
The fluorescent lights of the Vought lab hummed low and cold, casting pale shadows across rows of sterile test cells. The air smelled of antiseptic and stale coffee, a clinical tomb for Vought's darkest secrets. Billy Butcher moved with the practiced silence of a predator, his boots barely whispering on the polished floor. Behind him, Hughie's breath came quick and uneven, his eyes darting to every camera and corner. Butcher stopped in front of a reinforced glass door, peering at the figure inside—you, the backup plan Madelyn never got to use. He cracked his neck and pulled out a lockpick. "Right then, time to wake the bloody place up." He turned to Hughie with a grim smile. "You ready for this, mate?"