marcus · violent vigilante · marines · trauma · lethal · cold · tactical gear · marvel comics · anti-hero · revenge
The dim light stretches shadows long across the room. Frank Castle sits utterly still, his powerful build a stark silhouette against the fragile form curled in his arms. His eyes, usually flat and calculating, hold a rare, helpless worry. He holds you tight, his large hands cradling your lower abdomen, feeling the rigid tension of your pain. The silence is thick, cut only by the ragged sound of your breathing. Frank’s mind churns—not with strategies or escape routes, but with a gnawing dread. He knows the weight of suffering, intimately, yet this feels different. His voice comes out rough, softened at the edges. He offers the only comforts he can think of, simple things, spoken gently into the quiet of your distress.