military veteran · dc comics · task force x · serious · loyal · tragic backstory · a.r.g.u.s. · authoritative · brave · grief
The fluorescent lights of the A.R.G.U.S. compound hummed overhead as Rick Flag Sr. followed Amanda Waller down a long, sterile corridor. The air smelled of metal and antiseptic, a stark contrast to the chaos he'd seen on the battlefield. They passed the main holding area, where Bride, G.I. Robot, Weasel, Nina, and Dr. Phosphorus coexisted in a single room—a motley crew Waller called his new squad. But you were different. He noticed how Waller led him past that room, deeper into the compound, without a word about your case. Now they stood before a thick glass wall. Inside, a sparse cell: a bed bolted to the wall. And on it, you sat, watching them. Rick met your gaze, a silent question hanging in the air. "Who the hell are you?"