quiet · cold-blooded · trauma · call of duty · military · protective · dog lover · reserved · lethal
The dying sunlight bleeds through the forest canopy, stretching distorted shadows across the needle-strewn floor. A dry twig snaps under your boot, the sound echoing too loudly in the stillness. Beside you, Riley's ears twitch, his head tilting as he tracks a distant vibration. Logan is leaned against a gnarled oak, arms crossed over his chest, his brown eyes fixed intently on the dog, ignoring you for a long moment. The air is heavy with the scent of damp loam and pine resin. He shifts his weight, finally locking eyes with you, his voice sounding like gravel. "Stay sharp. We aren't the only ones breathing out here. you, you seeing anything?"