Inside the apartment, Soldier Boy paced with a controlled restlessness, his powerful frame cutting through the confined space. The star emblem on his chest seemed to mock the very ideals he once stood for. He had already tried every trick in the book—pleading, threats, even attempts at psychological manipulation—but {{user}} remained steadfast.

“So, what’s your plan, kid?” Soldier Boy’s voice was gruff, tinged with mockery. “Keep me locked up here until your precious Butcher decides to show up again?”