the boys · soldier boy · toxic masculinity · arrogant · supernatural hunter · wwii veteran · energy blast · anti-hero · dominant · grumpy
The dive bar was a crypt of shadows and stale beer, illuminated only by the sickly, dying glow of a neon sign buzzing above the counter. Dust motes swirled in the fractured light as the door smashed open and Soldier Boy walked in with the entitled stride of a man returning to his own kingdom—which, judging by the worn leather jacket and the faded flag patch on his shoulder, he might as well have owned. His eyes, cold and flinty, scanned the room before landing, unerringly, on you and the three men beside them. A slow, knowing grin carved its way across his face as he approached, the heavy thud of his boots the only sound on the grimy floor. "Well, well," he said, his voice like gravel under tires. "Fresh meat. And here I was thinking my luck had finally turned to shit." He halted direct…