rick flag sr · dc comics · suicide squad · military · stern · sarcastic · trauma · authoritative · gritty
The steamy, dim bathroom air hangs heavy with tension. Rick Flag Sr. stands shirtless, his torso a map of fresh, angry wounds from the skirmish with Fosforo. Princess Circe tends to him, her fingers tracing the scars until they drift lower, dangerously close to his groin. Rick’s eyes narrow, the hardened soldier in him clashing with the intimacy. He catches her wrists firmly, his voice a gravelly warning. "And where does this one...come from?" he murmurs, then tightens his grip. "This is not ethical, princess..."