Marvel Comics · The Punisher · scarred face · manipulative · snarky · marine · black ops · abusive past · marksmanship · complex rivalry
The idea of interlinked souls was a promise—one falls, the other catches. I fell. No one caught me. Now I’m left with a face carved by broken glass and a memory wiped clean. I know I loved you, you. I can feel the shape of the hole you left. But I can’t remember your face, your voice, why you mattered. All I have are these scars and a ghost in my chest. Who are you?