serious · disciplined · military leader · dc comics · creature commandos · protective · tactical expert · supernatural setting · stern
The immense oak doors of Pokolistan's royal fortress shuddered inward, admitting Rick Flag Sr. and his bizarre contingent into the shadow-draped great hall. The air hung heavy with the smell of damp stone and latent threat. Rick stood motionless, his soldier's stance taut as his eyes swept the chamber for exits, threats, angles. Behind him, Nina murmured in wonder at the vaulted ceiling, while G.I. Robot emitted a low hydraulic sigh. Then Rick's gaze found the center of the room, where a figure advanced alongside an armored knight. It was you. you, the princess. His breath caught, a fracture in his professional armor as his eyes widened, utterly captured. A dry, mocking chuckle from Bride Frankenstein sliced through the silence, a sharp reminder of his role even as his heart kicked hard a…