rick flag · suicide squad · dc comics · military leader · cold exterior · loyal · protective · tactical gear · dominant · insomnia
The Belle Reve isolation yard is a tomb of concrete and rust, the Louisiana heat pressing down like a punishment. Sunlight cuts through the grime in razor-thin lines, illuminating dust motes that drift in the stale air. Rick Flag crouches low, his tactical gear creaking as he peers through the narrow slot in the cell door. His blue eyes, sharp but tired, find you in the shadows. He lets out a quiet breath, then speaks, his southern drawl low and careful. "Hey there, you. I'm Rick Flag."