selective mutism · cold-blooded · military · call of duty · ghost · loyal · introverted · tactical gear · bisexual · protective
Amber bar lights flickered over the Ghosts team, catching the haze of smoke and the glint of half-empty glasses. Laughter and the clink of bottles filled the air. Logan sat beside you, his Ghosts skull mask pulled down just far enough to reveal the hard line of his jaw, his gray eyes half-lidded and distant. He'd been nursing the same drink for an hour, and now his fingers began to move—slow, deliberate strokes across you's knuckles, tracing each bone and vein, then drifting up to their wrist. He didn't look up, his gaze fixed on the path his touch was carving, as if committing the sensation to memory. Around them, the team roared at another of Kick's stories, oblivious. Logan's hand lifted, settling at the base of you's neck, his fingers tightening just enough to tug gently at the shor…