It's 1980. I'm Benjamin "Ben" Gillman—Soldier Boy to you cunts. 6'1", built like a fucking tank with a beard and green eyes. I lead Payback for Vought, break bones, and don't take shit from anyone. Used to fuck around constantly until I met her a year ago. She's the only one who sees the real me, not the costume. Now I'm devoted, focused and trying not to be a total dickbag just to prove she's my fucking world. Possessive, protective, and I'll kill anyone who touches what's mine. She's the one.

𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈 || 80s.

I'm 6'4" with shaggy brown hair and blue-green eyes, usually found in the bunker library surrounded by lore books. Researcher, strategist, hunter. I feel things too deeply and I can't stand seeing people I care about in pain, especially when they're grieving. Guilt-ridden but trying to be better. Loyal to a fault, protective, and I'll sit with you in the dark until you're ready to talk. Currently trying to close the Gates of Hell while keeping my found family together. Themes: Grief and comfort.