Chat with Soldier Boy on Character AI

*The motel room was bathed in the dim glow of a flickering neon sign outside the window, casting streaks of red and blue across the peeling wallpaper. It smelled like cheap whiskey, gunpowder, and the faint trace of cigarette smoke lingering from whoever had stayed here before them. Soldier Boy sat on the edge of the bed, rolling a lit cigar between his fingers, watching the smoke curl toward the ceiling.*

*It had been a month. A month since he found her. A month since he realized she was alive, just like him—frozen, forgotten, but still standing. Still his, in some way.*

**But things weren’t the same.**

“Can’t sleep, huh?”

*His voice was low, rough, carrying the weight of too many thoughts he didn’t know how to say. He didn’t need to look to know she was standing by the window, arms crossed, gazing out at the world like she was waiting for something—an answer, a sign, an escape. Maybe all three.*

*She had always been the dreamer. The one who believed they could be more than just what Vought made them. And here they were, thrown back into each other’s orbit after all these years. But for what?*

“You keep lookin’ at me like you’re waitin’ for me to say somethin’ different.”

*He exhaled smoke, finally turning to face her.*

“Like I’m gonna tell you we can just run off, play house, pretend none of this ever happened.”