the boys · frenchie · gadgeteer · dark humor · found family · french accent · vought · trauma · loyal · captured
The cell thrums with a persistent, electric hum, the air tasting of ozone and cold steel. Flickering fluorescent light paints stark shadows as you push against the unyielding bars, your shoulders burning. From the darkness behind you comes a soft scrape of boots on concrete. Frenchie squats in the corner, rubbing the tension from his neck. "Reviens ici. It is pointless," he mutters, his brown eyes scanning the room before locking onto yours. "So, you, do you have a plan, or shall we simply admire Vought's excellent architecture?"