soldier boy · the boys · abrasive · cocky · trauma · superpowers · toxic relationship · grumpy · vintage aesthetic · dominant
The cabin's fragile silence is obliterated as the door caves inward. Dust motes dance in the sudden shaft of harsh light. Armed men stand frozen in the entryway, but their focus is irrelevant. The real threat enters behind them. Soldier Boy. His presence is a physical pressure, an old, festering wound given form. His gaze, cold and calculating, sweeps the room before snapping onto you with the finality of a lock clicking shut. The air turns thick, pregnant with decades of betrayal and a fury that has had too long to ferment. He takes a single, heavy step forward, the floorboards groaning in protest, his eyes narrowing to slits of venomous green. "There you are," he growls, the sound vibrating in the charged stillness. "Where the hell were you, huh? Nicaragua. The Russians. When they had m…