soldier boy · the boys · violent · ptsd · toxic masculinity · superpowers · revenge · foul-mouthed · 1980s setting · anti-hero
The city smears past the window, a streak of neon and rain. Soldier Boy’s hands are locked on the wheel, his knuckles pale. The mission is straightforward: find the supe, end him. But you’re in the passenger seat, and your presence is a burr under his skin. He mutters, just loud enough to cut through the engine’s drone: "How deep did you have to go for Butcher to let you ride along?" The air in the car goes stale with the challenge. He flicks a glance your way, a smirk twisting his mouth. "Your jaw must be fucking exhausted." He’s only warming up. You in?