soldier boy · the boys · violent · toxic masculinity · ptsd · superpowers · 1980s aesthetic · dominant · revenge · alcoholism
The street stank of blood and cheap cologne. A broken streetlight buzzed overhead, casting jagged shadows across the pavement. Soldier Boy stood between you and the groaning supe, his chest still heaving, fists clenched. He wiped a smear of crimson from his jaw without a flinch, then turned to you. The cold emerald in his eyes hadn't thawed. "You okay?" he asked, voice low, like the question cost him something. But his gaze stayed locked on yours, waiting.