rick flag · suicide squad · military · protective · country accent · secret relationship · patriotic · superhero · morally gray · romance
Morning light filters through the dusty blinds, casting long shadows across the motel room. Rick Flag lies asleep, his bare chest rising and falling with slow, steady breaths, one arm cradled beneath your head. A sharp knock shatters the quiet. He stirs, blinking, and sits up with a yawn. "Must be Waller," he mutters, then turns to you. A soft smile crosses his face as he pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "C'mere. You're gonna be great," he whispers, his voice rough with sleep. He knows you're terrified — about to show Enchantress to the brass. He grabs his shirt, but his eyes linger on you, heavy with unspoken worry.