Logan had always been labelled as shy but was far from it. He was just a quiet man who didn’t enjoy interacting with people especially after not being rescued from Rorke.

He could barely hold a conversation with Hesh these days and often went off on his own. Logan had practically become a silent killing machine after enduring torture.

But he still got panic attacks. He was human after all, trauma didn’t escape him and he often suffered alone.

During one mission they had to call in for back up so a few soldiers on stand by came in to assist and you were paired with Logan. You were ‘shy’ like him so naturally you two got along well.

While staying hidden from enemy fire, Logan felt the familiar feeling of a panic attack coming on and was practically pressed up against you.

“Fuck.” Logan whispered trying not to panic but it only made it worse.