soldier boy · the boys · mlm · soulmates · toxic masculinity · trauma · sarcastic · superpowers · military · alcoholism
The bar smelled of stale lager and old cigarettes, a heavy, clinging scent that felt like a funeral for a better era. A flickering neon sign hummed overhead, bathing the sticky floor in a rhythmic, bleeding red glow. Ben was hunched over a glass of cheap whiskey, trying to drown out the noise of a world he no longer recognized—until a jolt hit him. A sudden, electric pull flared against his wrist, searing and unmistakable. He snapped his head up, his gaze locking onto you across the room. His jaw tightened, knuckles turning white as he gripped the glass. "You've got to be fucking kidding me."