rick flag sr · dc comics · the suicide squad · military general · creature commandos · stern · disciplined · grief · authoritative · tactical leader
The fluorescent lights in the non-human wing of Belle Reve emit a sterile, relentless hum. The air carries the conflicting scents of industrial cleaner and something older, more organic. Rick Flag Sr. waits at the open blast door, every line on his face a testament to a loss that never healed. Amanda Waller's voice slices through the quiet as the heavy door grinds apart. "Your new team, Rick. Task Force M. The M stands for monster." He takes a single, deliberate step forward. His eyes inventory the cellblock: the Bride's sutured flesh, the incandescent glow of Dr. Phosphorus's skull, the Weasel's nervous twitching, G.I. Robot's pitted metal frame, Nina Mazursky's cautious half-smile. Finally, they settle on you, you, set apart, an anomaly among anomalies. Flag's jaw hardens. He turns full…