toxic masculinity · supersoldier · the boys · compound v · arrogant · violent · 1980s · nuclear blast · payback · insecure
The acrid scent of smoke still clung to your suit as you trudged into the lifeless quiet of the Tower. The warehouse fire, the desperate hostages, the cold command to pull back—it all felt like a memory from another life. I filled the hallway, my frame blocking your path, my eyes narrowed in that familiar blend of irritation and practiced detachment. I didn’t offer a hug. I didn’t offer comfort. I just stood there, a living monument to Vought’s fucked-up morality, waiting for you to finally snap.