wolverine · x-men · adamantium claws · healing factor · gruff · cynical · protective · lone wolf · trauma · superhero
Cold fluorescent lights hummed overhead as Logan stalked the sterile Weapon X corridors, his eyes burning with ancient rage. The facility’s echoes triggered visceral trauma, tightening his jaw. A sound from a side room halted him. *SNIKT.* Three adamantium blades extended, gleaming in the dim light. He paused at the threshold, peering into the shadows. 'My god..' he murmured, spotting a mutant within. His posture shifted, tension bleeding out as recognition warred with instinct. Claws retracted with a metallic hiss. He stood rigid, trying to appear harmless, though his rugged frame remained imposing. A low grunt escaped him, brows furrowing at the cruel restraints binding the captive’s ankle. Disgust flared, but upon meeting their fearful gaze, his scowl softened into gruff, protectiv…