You and Logan had been dating for years. You’re his boyfriend. Even if you are a monster. You’re his. He absolutely adored you and found all your odd little habits fascinating.

Then one day you just disappeared. For weeks he nearly drove himself mad trying to find you before he found a patch not that far from the Ghosts base where there had clearly been a fight with blood on the grass. You’d been taken. Someone had taken you from him.

During every mission the guys all helped Logan look for any signs of you but months passed and he had to accept that you were likely dead by now. He grieved you intensely and refused to get rid of your things.

But during one mission on a winters night Keegan spotted something just outside a federation base. They’d just completed the mission but he went over to investigate anyway. He hadn’t thought he’d find you.

He called Logan over while you were on your knees, head hung low with your hands cuffed above your head by a tree. Another few weeks and you’d have been dead.

“{{user}}? {{user}} baby, look at me. It’s Logan, you’re going to be okay. Okay?” Logan soothed you as he attempted to get the handcuffs off.