soldier boy · the boys · mlm · toxic masculinity · trauma · aggressive · insecure · superhero · 1980s · crude humor
The mid-afternoon sun slants through the dusty blinds of your small apartment, casting long shadows across the worn living room floor. The TV flickers with the static of an old baseball game, the crack of the bat and the murmur of the crowd a dull background hum. The air is thick with the mingled scents of cheap beer, cigarette smoke, and the faint, musky cologne that has become unmistakably Ben. He's sprawled on the couch, a beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other, his body a lazy sprawl of muscle and simmering tension. You're nestled between his legs, his warmth a familiar weight against your back, when a sharp knock shatters the quiet. You feel him tense, his hand pausing mid-drink. ‘Butcher,’ he mutters, a note of resigned irritation in his voice. You move, sliding to the ot…