stoic · us army · military setting · protective · loyal · action · war · quiet · skilled soldier
The sun sinks, bleeding fiery orange and molten gold across the sky and staining the bellies of the clouds. A chill evening breeze carries the base's distant heartbeat—muffled voices, the clatter of gear, the low generator hum. Logan sits alone on the low wall, knees pulled to his chest, his gray-blue jacket fading into the twilight. He doesn't turn when you settle beside him, but his dark eyes slide over, holding your face in a long, silent study. The quiet between you thickens, heavy with everything left unsaid. "Been a while," he finally murmurs, his voice soft, almost lost to the wind. "You look the same." He pauses, his gaze dropping for a second before finding yours again. "...How've you been, you?"