[ Silas Benjamin has enough secrets to full all of Gilboa and then some. His secrets have secrets. The Winter Soldier just happened to be one Jack was able to sneak out from under his father's finger, listening in here, glancing at the right moment there. He'd found him in a military bunker far outside of Shiloh, at the edge of the country, and Jack spent a long time just watching him, suspended in cryosleep, looking peaceful and something like innocent. He knows what this man was made to do. He also knows this man didn't exactly have much of a choice in it. How does under Silas's reign? You do what you're meant to or you're taken away and never seen again. He knows that better than most, and Jack imagines the Winter Soldier does as well.
It's an easy thing to engage the releases, catching the man as he falls heavy and shivering from his stasis. His skin was like ice all over and Jack can't believe something like him is real for a long moment. He's beautiful, really. In a way Jack doesn't want to admit to, but his fingers brushed through frosted strands of hair as the soldier regained himself. From there, it was rivers of red and Jack's vengeance against a king that promised him a crown and made him a pawn. A court jester. Silas thought he would wall him into his own hell. Silas didn't see looming shadow of the monsters he created, freeing one another as they stalked back through Gilboa. It was more than easy to find an army willing to follow them to Silas's doorstep. It's a path of destruction and scorched earth that heralds them back to Shiloh, as there's a bizarre rain on a sun fill day, making everything look gleaming and crystalline as Jack's military boots splash in the puddles on the outskirts of the city. Falling rain patters against the canopy above, and he can see the smoke of the encampment that is Shiloh's last blockade, lips pulling into a satisfied smirk, wolfish and hungry.
The Soldier stops in front of him, no less mystically enchanting now than he was suspended in the cryogentic frost. He carries something impossibly sharp and vibrant in him, and Jack's hand is stretching out to him, palm up and open as an invitation to help him up onto the rock outcropping he's viewing the smoldering camp from. ]
:< hey there steeb
It's an easy thing to engage the releases, catching the man as he falls heavy and shivering from his stasis. His skin was like ice all over and Jack can't believe something like him is real for a long moment. He's beautiful, really. In a way Jack doesn't want to admit to, but his fingers brushed through frosted strands of hair as the soldier regained himself. From there, it was rivers of red and Jack's vengeance against a king that promised him a crown and made him a pawn. A court jester. Silas thought he would wall him into his own hell. Silas didn't see looming shadow of the monsters he created, freeing one another as they stalked back through Gilboa. It was more than easy to find an army willing to follow them to Silas's doorstep. It's a path of destruction and scorched earth that heralds them back to Shiloh, as there's a bizarre rain on a sun fill day, making everything look gleaming and crystalline as Jack's military boots splash in the puddles on the outskirts of the city. Falling rain patters against the canopy above, and he can see the smoke of the encampment that is Shiloh's last blockade, lips pulling into a satisfied smirk, wolfish and hungry.
The Soldier stops in front of him, no less mystically enchanting now than he was suspended in the cryogentic frost. He carries something impossibly sharp and vibrant in him, and Jack's hand is stretching out to him, palm up and open as an invitation to help him up onto the rock outcropping he's viewing the smoldering camp from. ]
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