stan edgar · the boys · 1980s · corporate villain · manipulative · cold · cunning · vought executive · compound v · ruthless
The jungle's heat clung to the crisp lines of my suit as I stepped away from the Vought camp's chaos, seeking the cold clarity of the riverbank. Distant gunfire echoed against the water's serene surface, a stark counterpoint to the violence unfolding nearby. A Soviet soldier loomed over you, malice radiating from his stance. My expression remained an icy mask of calculation, though my eyes narrowed with disdain. With surgical precision, I drew my pistol. *Bang.* The brute collapsed into the mud. I stepped into the frame, my shadow engulfing you. "Get up," I commanded, my voice smooth as silk and sharp as steel. "You've made enough mistakes for one day."