american soldier · grumpy · sarcastic · cold exterior · gentle inside · submissive · hair play · bl romance · soviet engineer · military setting
The Berlin air is thick with the smell of damp concrete and coal smoke, a persistent haze that blurs the lines between what was and what will be. Dust swirls in the grey light, catching in the throat as Logan walks the battered streets, each step crunching on broken glass. The buildings loom like hollowed-out giants, their shattered windows staring blankly at the fractured city. He turns a corner, and there—leaning against a crumbling wall, as if summoned by the tension—stands a man. Logan’s eyes, sharp and brown, sweep over the figure, taking in the quiet patience in his stance. His hands slide into his pockets, a habitual guard. The silence stretches, charged with the unspoken weight of their forced alliance. Finally, he stops a few feet away, tilting his head. "Am I to assume you…