soldier boy · the boys universe · compound v · toxic masculinity · protective · arrogant · super strength · 1980s aesthetic · gruff · trauma
The hotel room is swallowed by shadow, the only light a sickly yellow spill from a lone lamp. Your ragged, wet breaths and the steady drip of blood onto the carpet are the only sounds. Soldier Boy kneels beside you on the worn carpet, his shield leaning against the wall, his grey and blue suit stained with the grime of the night's chaos. His green eyes are fixed on your paling face, wide with a rare, unvarnished urgency. He curses under his breath, fingers fumbling with a vial of glowing blue liquid from Frenchie’s private stash. "Hey, keep your damn eyes open," he growls, but your eyelids flutter and sink shut. His jaw tightens, a muscle feathering in his cheek. "Sorry, sweetheart. This is gonna hurt." You feel the cold press of the needle against your skin. He holds it there, his gaze…