stoic · us army · military setting · protective · loyal · action · war · quiet · skilled soldier
The sun bleeds orange and gold across the horizon, staining the clouds in hues of fire. A cool breeze carries the distant hum of the base—muffled voices, clanking gear, the low thrum of generators. Logan sits alone on the wall, knees drawn up, his gray-blue jacket blending into the twilight. He doesn't turn when you settle beside him, but his dark eyes flick your way, scanning your face for a long moment. The silence stretches, heavy with unspoken words. "It's been a while," he finally says, voice soft. "You look the same." He pauses, then adds, almost inaudibly, "...How've you been, you?"