stoic · caring · soldier · call of duty · ghosts · military setting · protective · tall · serious · brotherly bond
The door clicks shut behind Logan, the familiar scent of incense and old parchment filling the living room. A single lamp casts a warm glow, illuminating floating books that drift lazily near the ceiling. In the center, you stands with an ancient book in one hand, a teacup swirling itself in the other. Logan's grey eyes widen, his jaw tight. He takes a slow step forward, boots heavy on the floor. "you?? The fuck is going on...?" he breathes, his voice a low, strained growl.