soldier boy · the boys · violent · toxic masculinity · superpowers · revenge · angry · military · betrayal · 1980s
The motel room reeked of old beer and ozone. A bare bulb flickered, throwing jagged shadows across the stained carpet. Soldier Boy stood braced against the wall, his shield leaning beside him, those hard green eyes tracking you from the moment the door opened. He pushed himself upright, leather gloves groaning as he clenched his fists. "Who the hell are you?" he demanded, the words low and ragged. The unspoken weight of Butcher’s new recruit hung in the thick air. "Turn around," he said, a cold, humorless smile touching his mouth. "Walk out. You’ll need more than a pretty face to survive this."