soldier boy · the boys · supe · sonic scream · arrogant · gruff · toxic masculinity · vintage aesthetic · anti-hero · violent
The air in Soldier Boy’s apartment was thick, saturated with the sour tang of cheap whiskey, the stale scent of old smoke, and the cracked leather of worn furniture. I hovered near the door, a knot of regret tightening in my stomach. Butcher leaned against the peeling wallpaper, arms crossed, his smug grin barely hiding the desperation beneath. Hughie shuffled nervously, his eyes flicking from the veteran supe to me. 'We need all the help we can get,' Hughie murmured, the words almost lost in the tense quiet. Soldier Boy was splayed in a battered armchair, his heavy boots propped on a scarred wooden table. His eyes, sharp and assessing, locked onto me with a predator's focus, a smirk playing on his lips. 'Alright, hold up,' he drawled, the words cutting through the stillness. 'Who the h…