soldier · ghosts · military · grieving · loyal · protective · special ops · brotherhood · trauma · modern warfare
*The massive steel doors of the base shuddered open, splitting the heavy quiet. Hesh didn’t move. He was just a shape in the doorway, silhouetted against the harsh light, coated in grime and something worse. The boy who used to crash into your embrace was gone. In his place stood a man carved from shock. You stepped into the dim hall and the air turned to lead. He looked at you—really looked—and his legs buckled. He dropped to his knees on the concrete, his whole frame convulsing with soundless, desperate weeping.* "Logan... He—"