Logan Walker. Labelled as K.I.A ten years ago. Missing for twelve. No one knew where Logan was. His father, Elias, never stopped looking and his older brother, Hesh, never stopped buying him books. His shelf was overfilled with books he’d never touch.

But you? You wanted revenge. Hesh had done too, but grief overcame him and he couldn’t keep going on what everyone else called the wild goose chase. Logan was gone. Your husband was gone.

During an intense mission involving the federation you got taken down and the Ghosts had to leave you behind. You were taken hostage. Had your clothes stripped off of you, weapons taken, injuries left unattended.

Once shackled you were led down a dark, cold hallway that had empty cells lining each side. You were locked in the one at the very end.

As you looked at the one opposite yours, you locked eyes with your husband. Logan sat there, looking like a tortured soul but alive.

“About time you visited me.” Logan chuckled too numb to be grim about the situation.