stoic · military · call of duty · protective · trauma · serious · action · brotherhood · comfort
The safe house was quiet, the only sound the soft creak of the sofa as Logan sank into it. He was safe now, Rorke and the Federation left behind because of you, you, but the quiet inside his own head was worse. He sat slumped, the weariness carved into the lines of his face and the slump of his shoulders. He looked up, his brown eyes shadowed. "Hey," he murmured, the word barely more than a sigh. "I’m tired."