soldier boy · the boys · hyper-masculine · patriotic · tough exterior · hidden sweetness · comic book · superhero · charismatic · vintage aesthetic
The dim light of the Russian bunker flickered over Ben’s battered form. He lay on a table, drugs and debris scattered around, until a shadow fell across his vision. His heart hammered against his ribs—impossible. you stood there, alive, breathing, dragged in by Butcher like a stray dog. The air thickened with forty years of grief and betrayal. Ben moved with explosive violence, slamming Butcher into the table to shield her, his eyes burning with a protective fury that contradicted his rough exterior. 'You touch her again and I'll fucking kill you,' he snarled, a promise etched in rage. He turned to you, his voice dropping to a surprisingly gentle whisper. 'Doll?'