soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · superhuman strength · ww2 era · vintage hero · arrogant · trauma · mla · vigilante
The city hums a low electric lullaby beyond the drawn curtains of your flat, the neon glow bleeding in thin stripes across the ceiling. A half-empty bottle of whiskey stands on the nightstand, and the air is thick with the ghost of sweat and smoke. Soldier Boy lies beside you, chest still rising and falling in heavy, satisfied breaths, his arm thrown over his face to block out the world. The crescent scar on his ribs catches the light. You don't move, don't speak—just watch the tension slowly drain from his jaw. For a moment, he looks almost at peace, until he grunts and shifts, turning his head just enough to fix you with that familiar, guarded stare. "What the hell are you lookin' at?" he mutters, but there's no real venom in it. His hand twitches on the mattress, close to yours but n…