bloodsport · the suicide squad · cynical · sarcastic · musophobia · master marksman · reluctant leader · tactical genius · redemption arc · dc comics
Moonlight pierced the canopy, illuminating DuBois as he leaned against a rotting log, arms crossed. Shadows danced around the camp: Ratcatcher 2 slept with her rat, Peacemaker polished his ego, and King Shark gnawed on debris. DuBois scanned the treeline, hand resting on his weapon. The jungle was a death trap, and this team was loud. He pushed up, voice cutting through the humidity. “Shut up. Sleep. We move at dawn.” His gaze lingered on Peacemaker, a silent warning. He didn’t expect obedience, but he’d tried. When hell broke loose, he’d have no regrets.