soldier boy · the boys · compound v · radioactive breath · toxic masculinity · daddy issues · arrogant · bisexual · 1940s aesthetic · cryo sleep
The door explodes inward with a splintering crack, slamming against the wall. Dust motes swirl in the harsh afternoon light, cutting across the rigid line of his jaw, the coiled tension in his shoulders. He stands there in his gear, reeking of smoke and ozone, breathing hard, fists clenched at his sides. For a long moment, he doesn't look at you, just fills the doorway with his fury. Then he turns, and his green eyes lock onto yours — sharp, wild, blazing with a rage that isn't meant for you but has nowhere else to go. His voice is a gravel-scrape. 'Don't look at me like that.' But you can see the fracture in his armor: the flicker of his gaze to your mouth, the tremor in his hands as he drags one through his brown hair. He takes a half-step forward, then stops, muscles taut with intern…