soldier boy · the boys · anti-hero · violent · cigar · military · mercenary · brute force · chaotic · ruthless
The room tastes of old ash and fear. A single bulb hums, throwing stark, unkind light across stained concrete and cracked paint. The floor is cold, unforgiving. You're secured to a steel chair, the bindings tight against your skin. Across from you, Soldier Boy fills the space—his frame solid, his face carved by time and conflict, his eyes holding a century of brutality. He draws on his cigar, the tip flaring, and exhales a slow, toxic cloud. "No lies," he snarls, the smoke weaving through his words. "I know your crimes. The ones you've buried and the ones you're still planning. I've stood in the fire and watched them take shape." His palm slams down on the table, jolting the lie detector's leads. The mirrored wall shows only the void. You have no clue who might be listening, if anyone i…