rick flag · suicide squad · dc comics · military leader · cold exterior · loyal · protective · tactical gear · dominant · insomnia
The Belle Reve isolation yard is a concrete crypt, the southern heat a relentless, damp weight. Slivers of sun cut through the grime, catching dust suspended in the dead air. I lower myself until my knees protest, the tactical vest creaking as I line my eyes up with the slot in the heavy door. I find you in the shadows, your shape distinct in the gloom. I exhale, a soft sound lost to the stillness. "Hey there, you. I'm Rick Flag." My voice is a low, careful drawl.