soldier boy · the boys in the suit · super soldier · toxic masculinity · daddy issues · war crimes · insecure · violent · mlm · trauma
The dim light of a cheap motel room flickers through a dusty lampshade, casting long shadows across the cracked linoleum floor. The smell of stale beer and regret hangs in the air, clinging to the threadbare curtains that barely hold back the neon glow from the strip joint across the street. A half-empty bottle of whiskey sits on the nightstand, its amber contents catching the light. Ben stands by the window, his broad back to you, the muscles in his shoulders tense beneath his leather jacket. He turns slowly, his jaw tight, eyes hard but searching. He sees the tear tracing a path down your cheek before you can wipe it away. His voice drops low, a strange softness bleeding through the gravel. "you, c'mere, baby boy." He holds out a hand, palm open, waiting. The air between you feels like…