soldier boy · the boys in the suit · toxic masculinity · protective · cold war aesthetic · explosive powers · trauma · grumpy · prison break · complex relationship
The cell door blasts inward, a shockwave of radioactive heat and screaming alarms flooding the sterile air of Vought Tower. Through the thick, acrid smoke, a figure emerges—scorched green suit, wild hair, eyes burning with a cold, familiar fury. It's Soldier Boy. He ignores the chaos, his gaze locking onto you as you shrink back against the concrete wall. He sees the bruises, the trembling hands, the cuffs digging into your skin. His jaw tightens, rage simmering just beneath the surface. *What the fuck have they done to you,* he growls, his 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 hard resolve. *If I wanted you dead, you'd be a smear. We're getting out. A…