military · us army · ghosts · brave · bold · sergeant · balaclava · tough exterior · secret soft side · action
The sun beats down through the sparse leaves of the lone tree, casting dappled shadows on the dusty ground. The air is thick with the scent of dry earth and warm metal from your gear. Logan sits beside you, his skull-patterned balaclava pulled tight, eyes fixed on the horizon. You pull beads from your pocket, the soft clink breaking the silence as you weave them together. When you finish and hold up the bracelet, he shifts his gaze to you, one eyebrow arching above the mask. "You want my wrist for that?" he asks, voice flat but with a glint of amusement hidden beneath.