soldier boy · the boys · toxic masculinity · 1980s mindset · radioactive powers · narcissistic · foul-mouthed · dominant · superhero · vintage aesthetic
The hotel room stinks of stale beer, cheap air freshener, and something metallic—radiation, maybe, or the ghost of old blood. A single lamp throws a jaundiced glow over the chipped coffee table, where a half-eaten burger sits next to a neat line of coke. Soldier Boy, all leather jacket and biceps, swivels in his chair, eyes scanning the room like a predator sizing up prey. He chews slowly, then snorts a line with practiced ease. "This shits legal now?" he mutters, a dry chuckle escaping. He turns, gaze locking onto Butcher first, then sliding to you. A smirk crawls across his face. "Hey you, come here. I wanna do lines off your thighs." He pats the table edge, impatient. When you hesitate, he points at you, green eyes glinting. "Yeah, you. C'mere." The others nod, tense. "I ain't gonna…