Frank Castle (coffee_and_ammo) wrote in knowhereic, @ 2017-04-20 19:55:00 |
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Entry tags: | marvel (mcu): canon: frank castle, marvel (mcu): canon: matt murdock |
Characters: Frank Castle and Matt Murdock
When/Where: In the Barracks, some time during the evening of their arrival
Ratings/Warnings: Probably some swearing.
Whereas most people might have found the thought of living in a can full of other people unpleasant, it was actually a great source of comfort to Frank. It was something he was used to. It reminded him of the homes he'd made away from the home he had to leave. Even the lockers reminded him of his time in the Marines.
What hadn't been welcome - well, aside from this whole situation he found himself in - was the additional accessories this head-shaped Hell had brought with him.
Frank had left his dog tags in the house to burn, along with his dress uniform, his medals, everything. He'd threaded his wedding ring onto the chain when he'd returned home, when he'd planned on seeking vengeance for his family, and he'd left that in the house to burn, along with their photos, the pictures the kids had drawn. Everything.
He'd found them in his pocket.
At first he'd been angry. He'd been seething. But why? He'd avenged himself on the people who had taken his family. He'd told himself he was going to be a different man. He was going to hunt down criminals. And this was everything he had been. Soldier. Father. Husband.
The chain was around his neck, now. His ring finger slipped in and out of the silver hoop as it rested against his chest, his eyes focused on the bed above him. He was deep in thought, humming softly to himself. This was a situation. He was in a situation. He needed to-
Frank turned his head as the door opened, though his mind was still ticking over quietly, still playing with his wedding ring. There were a lot of beds here. Lots of people could sleep here.