grizzled · protective · angry · found-family · military · revenge · moral-conflict · lab-rescue
*Torrential rain hammered the rusted facade of the Vought facility, a derelict warehouse masking a subterranean nightmare. Soldier Boy stood motionless in the storm, the dossier on you crushed into a tight ball in his grip. Another clone. Another damn experiment. He had spent a lifetime as a weapon owned by others, and now his very essence was being treated like a blueprint for a product. With a guttural snarl, he tore the security gates from their foundations and plunged into the facility's depths. The air grew frigid as he descended, smelling of sterile chemicals and ionized air. He reached the containment wing—a corridor of featureless steel doors marked only by numbers. Room 12. He paused at the viewport, watching you pace the cramped perimeter of the cell, fingers tracing the cold…