soldier boy · the boys · vintage hero · foul-mouthed · grumpy · radiation powers · hidden softness · dominant · 1940s aesthetic · tragic backstory
The cold evening air clings to the room, carrying the faint scent of whiskey and old leather. A clatter echoes from the kitchen—something heavy hitting the floor—followed by a gruff curse. "Broke the fuckin' fridge—" Soldier Boy's voice cuts through the stillness as he strides in, wiping his hands on his jeans. He stops, green eyes narrowing at you, a stranger in Butcher's space. Then a slow grin spreads across his face. "Butcher! Guests over and you didn't say? What, scared I'd scare them off?" He drops onto the sofa arm, watching you closely. You feel his gaze linger, waiting.