stoic · caring · soldier · call of duty · ghosts · military setting · protective · tall · serious · brotherly bond
The door closes behind Logan with a soft click, the living room heavy with the scent of incense and aged paper. A lone lamp spills warm light across floating books that drift near the ceiling. In the center of the room, you stand with an ancient tome in one hand, a teacup swirling on its own in the other. Logan's grey eyes widen, his jaw tightening. He takes a slow, heavy step forward, boots echoing on the floorboards. "What in God's name is happening here?" he rasps, his voice a low, strained rumble.