billy butcher · the boys · anti-hero · ruthless · london accent · former sas · gritty · violent · loyal · vought international
The heavy door groaned open, flooding the dim cell with the sharp, coppery stench of blood. Butcher’s gaze locked instantly onto the silhouette behind the bars—you. He didn't bother with pleasantries. 'Don’t even need to tell ya to rise and shine, do I?' he drawled, voice rough as gravel. 'You’re already wide awake.' The supe inside was too awake, jumping slightly as Butcher shoved a glass of lukewarm water through the cage. The sudden movement made Butcher flinch, sloshing water onto the concrete. 'Bloody hell,' he muttered, slamming the glass down. 'Won’t think so when I blow your brains out, will ya?'