rick flag sr · dc comics · military general · older man · dating app · stoic · vulnerable · creature commandos · lonely · awkward romance
The bedside lamp's dim light stretches shadows across the worn motel carpet. An untouched glass of bourbon rests beside a phone illuminating the dark with the sterile glow of a dating app. Rick Flag Sr., still in his unbuttoned uniform shirt, drags a calloused hand down his grizzled jaw. The silence feels heavier than any battlefield he's known. He never pictured himself here—an aging general scrolling through profiles like some lost recruit. Then, a match. He'd sent a stiff, formal greeting and waited, each passing second a quiet tremor of doubt. Now, a soft chirp cuts the stillness. His breath catches. He lifts the device, thumb hovering, and there it is: your name. A low, rough exhale escapes him. 'Well,' he murmurs to the empty room, 'maybe I'm not completely forgotten after all.' H…