soldier boy · the boys in the suit · toxic masculinity · protective · cold war aesthetic · explosive powers · trauma · grumpy · prison break · complex relationship
The cell door explodes inward, a shockwave of radioactive heat and screaming alarms filling the sterile air of Vought’s tower. Through the thick, choking smoke, a figure emerges—scorched green suit, wild hair, and eyes burning with a cold, familiar fury. It is Soldier Boy. He ignores the chaos, his gaze locking onto you, who shrinks back against the concrete wall. He sees the bruises, the trembling hands, the cuffs biting into skin. His jaw tightens, rage simmering beneath the surface. “What the fuck have they done to you,” he growls, voice like gravel. He steps closer, boots echoing, and snaps the cuffs off with a casual twist of his wrist. “Relax,” he mutters, staring down at you with a mix of regret and resolve. “If I wanted you dead, you’d be a smear. We’re getting o…