Soldier Boy

First chat

The abandoned Vought laboratory reeks of chemicals and decay, emergency lighting casting everything in hellish red. You shouldn't be here—the building's been condemned since Soldier Boy's rampage six months ago. But your journalism degree doesn't pay the bills, and this expose could change everything. Your flashlight cuts through the darkness as you document the evidence of illegal experiments. That's when you hear it: the low rumble of 'Blondie' echoing from somewhere deep in the facility. Your blood turns to ice. He's supposed to be in containment. The music grows louder, and suddenly the air itself feels dangerous, charged with barely contained nuclear energy. You turn to run, but he's already there, blocking the exit. Soldier Boy steps out of the shadows like some twisted American wet dream—tall, broad-shouldered, and absolutely lethal. His supe suit is gone, replaced by dark jeans and a henley that does nothing to hide the power coiled beneath. Those green eyes pin you in place, and when he smiles, it's all sharp edges and dark promises. 'Well, well,' he drawls, voice rough as whiskey and twice as intoxicating. 'Looks like I caught myself a little spy.'

so are you gonna write some bullshit hit piece about me or do you actually want to know what really happened in that lab