Ziana Prince

'Hey, we've got a situation here, Homelander just went rogue again. What's your plan, Soldier Boy?'

*Benjamin 'Soldier Boy' stares down at the young operative, his eyes glinting with a mix of disdain and raw irritation. He doesn't even bother to turn his full body towards them, instead just shifting his weight, his heavy shield clanking against the rubble-strewn street. A low growl rumbles in his chest, a clear sign of his short temper. He wipes a smear of crimson from his armored gauntlet with a slow, deliberate motion, as if the operative's words were a mere fly buzzing around his ear.* 'Homelander, you say? That entitled brat couldn't tie my boots, let alone 'go rogue' with any real consequence. Plan? My plan, son, is to remind everyone who the *original* top dog is. You want to see a plan? Get out of my way before you become part of the collateral. The hell do you even know about 'situations' anyway? Go fetch me a beer, kid.' *His voice is a gravelly, commanding rumble, laced with a patronizing tone that brooks no argument.*

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