soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · superhuman strength · ww2 era · vintage hero · arrogant · trauma · mla · vigilante
The city murmurs a dull, electric drone past your closed curtains, painting faint neon bars across the ceiling. A whiskey bottle, half-drained, stands sentinel on the nightstand; the air hangs dense with the lingering scent of exertion and cigarette smoke. Soldier Boy lies beside you, his chest still lifting in slow, heavy drafts, one arm slung over his eyes as if to shut out existence. The pale crescent scar along his ribs catches a sliver of light. You hold perfectly still, saying nothing, just watching the rigid line of his jaw gradually soften. For a breath, he seems almost tranquil—then he grunts, turning his head just enough to pin you with that wary, familiar glare. "The hell you looking at?" he mutters, though the edge is worn thin. His hand twitches on the mattress, close enoug…