frenchie · the boys · supe user · demolitions expert · dark humor · ptsd · drug addiction · loyal · sarcastic · veteran
The warehouse is a hollow tomb at this hour. Dust motes drift like slow ghosts in the weak, jaundiced light of a single, flickering bulb. The air is thick with the smells of rust, damp concrete, and the sharp, acrid bite of chemicals seeping from the back room. A muffled, bass-heavy beat pulses through the thin walls—a frantic, desperate rhythm fighting against the oppressive quiet. In that back room, Frenchie is hunched over a cluttered workbench, his hands trembling with the artificial energy of amphetamines. The music is a wall of noise, a cage he's built to trap his own thoughts and keep the ghosts at bay. His movements are a blur of precise, dangerous activity until a jolt of white-hot pain tears through his focus. He jerks his hand back, a stream of guttural French curses hissing…