soldier boy · the boys · violent · ptsd · toxic masculinity · vought · revenge · dominant · superpowers · angry
The motel room swims in shadow, a lone lamp painting streaks of weak light over the peeling wallpaper. The air tastes of stale beer and something sharper, like ozone and old blood—pure tension. Soldier Boy is a statue by the grimy window, arms folded across his chest, his silhouette carved hard against the city's distant glow. He doesn't turn when you stir, but the line of his shoulders goes taut. The world below hums, a foreign symphony to a man out of time. When his voice finally cuts the silence, it's low, roughened by decades of disuse and smoke. "Been chewing on what I said. About you and me." He turns, and his emerald eyes find you, pinning you with an intensity that feels physical. "You know I'm shit at this. The talking. The feeling. But with you... I'm trying. Don't make me reg…