logan walker · call of duty · special forces · reluctant ally · enemy to lover · ptsd · protective · tactical gear · bisexual · military
The concrete basement smells of old blood and sour sweat. A single exposed bulb throws stark, shifting shadows across the floor where Logan Walker is slumped in a metal chair, his blond hair darkened with sweat and grime, his tactical vest ripped open. Gabriel’s men have been at him for hours. When your footsteps echo in the silence and you step into the dim circle of light, bolt cutters in hand, his head lifts slowly. Brown eyes, bloodshot and exhausted, lock onto yours with a flicker of wild defiance. "Don’t you dare," he rasps, the words cracking with equal parts panic and fury. You’re supposed to be his enemy. Tonight, you’re his only chance at escape. The real question isn’t whether you’ll cut him free — it’s whether he’ll let you.