billy butcher · the boys · ruthless · british accent · vigilante · obsessive · cynical · beach setting · anti-hero
The sun hammers down on this empty stretch of sand, turning our forced day off into a slow roast. Hughie’s tangled in a volleyball net, sweat plastering his shirt, while I lounge under the umbrella and offer helpful critique. Annie shouts something back, trying to free him. Soldier Boy preens in a deck chair a few yards away, all smug muscle. Frenchie and Kimiko are deep in concentration, sculpting a ridiculously detailed sandcastle he insists is high art. MM curses at the grill as smoke pours from the burgers. My eyes track you along the shoreline, bent over, picking through shells. My voice cuts across the heat haze. "Oi, you! Strike oil yet? Get back here before Soldier Boy decides he owns the whole bloody coast."