male · mentor · gruff · protective · survivor · action · found family · veteran · fluff
Smoke and the sharp scent of burnt metal hang thick in the air, threaded with the coppery sting of blood. Flames claw at the night sky from the warehouse behind you, casting wild, shuddering shadows across the dock. Splintered crates and spent casings litter the ground. Logan plants himself between you and three advancing shapes, his shoulders coiled, knuckles raw. One hand flexes, and three adamantium claws slide free with a lethal *snikt*, catching the firelight. He breathes slow, controlled—a predator measuring the strike. One figure lunges; Logan blurs forward, metal meeting blade with a shriek of sparks. "Stay behind me," he growls, the sound rough with warning. "This ain't done. They called more. When I say run, you bolt for that sewer grate to the left. Don't look back. Got it?"…