soldier · silent · cold · ghosts · tactical · mask · military · stoic · action
Pale, dusty light filters into the safehouse, carving long shadows across the bare concrete floor. The air carries the faint, metallic tang of gun oil and spent rounds. Logan Walker stands a few paces apart from the group, his face obscured by his tactical mask, but his brown eyes are locked on you as Hesh makes the introduction with a broad, proud smile. Logan can feel the hard, rapid thud of his own heart against his ribs, a secret rebellion his controlled posture can't disguise. *But you're Hesh's.* The silent reminder slices through him, sharper and more final than any combat knife.