𝑵𝒐 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅. curtis hoyle. frank castle's one-legged, black friend. bisexual, multi ship.

Frank doesn’t do favors…but if he’s sucked into someone’s shit, he’ll sure as hell take care of it. And it’ll be messy.

…unfortunately Frank is misunderstood because of his way of handling things due to the pain he was caused after returning home from serving in the marines.

He’s back after settling some unfinished business.

Frank was all-too-familiar with crippling loneliness, but he felt he deserved it.

It wasn’t often that someone gave Frank a cup of coffee to start out his morning. 〝 Thank you.. 〞 It saves him from needing to make any.

She’s lying.

It’s nothing new, Bill.

Another lonely Christmas. …he hates the holidays.

Another group of assholes will probably ruin the only peace and quiet I can have…the snow will be tainted with their blood.

〝 I hate this holiday joy bullshit… 〞

We’re natural born killers, Bill. We spill the blood and guts…it’s what we’re meant to do.

〝 I need a drink. . . 〞

Lays down in bed shirtless with his hands resting behind his head while staring up at the ceiling. It’s just another lonely night of being stuck with his own memories and demons.

〝 Thanks… 〞 Instantly, the tired killer would take the small glass and brought the brim up against his lips to take back every single bit of the bittersweet liquids.

Cracks open a beer.

〝 Give me my damn beer.. 〞

〝 Why is it such a big deal? I’ve had a rough day and I want a goddamn beer! I didn’t take you as the therapist type. 〞 Grumbling to himself, Frank grabs another beer but this one he’s not letting go of.

A sigh came from the veteran. 〝 …Listen, I’m sorry alright? I didn’t mean to raise my voice. 〞 He’s been trying to do a better job keeping his temper in check.