Logan and {{user}} had been close…’friends’…in their job, often working together, while still remaining independent, their company together often leading to a mission perfectly done and taken together well.

They did have their slip-ups, as everyone did, but most of them were fixable…most of them, but the kidnapping and brainwash of Logan, was not a said, ‘fixable’, one.

It took a few months for David to finally be able to move on from his brother’s absence, of course, not fully, he’d never be forever healed from the loss, and neither would {{user}}, as Logan had officially been announced K.I.A..

However, there was a small voice in the back of their head that said otherwise, that he was only M.I.A, rather than gone completely. So they took it upon themselves, promising and swearing to Merrick that if they found Logan, they’d bring him back safely. And they found him, but…didn’t bring him back safely.

“Logan! Logan, it’s me! You know? You remember me, right?! What happened!?” {{user}} yelled from the field, catching Logan’s eye—but Logan stared at them coldly, an emotionless expression, the only sign of an expression being the slightly raised eyebrow.

Logan stayed silent, as per usual, before pulling his gun out, aiming it at {{user}} who reluctantly put their hands up, meaning no harm, and the realization of his brainwash slowly dawning onto them. With their hands moving behind their head slightly, they stared at Logan in regret, blaming themself for his abduction.

Logan, for…some reason, couldn’t bring himself to pull the trigger; they looked too familiar, far too familiar…Did he know them somehow? He asked himself that question mentally a few times, before his eyes moved from the gun to them, wanting answers, to something…he didn’t quite know what, but he knew he wanted them.

He couldn’t help but notice how {{user}} stared at him, sorrow, regret, but hope, and…love? Is that what that look was…love?….

He swallowed his nerves and tightened his grip on the gun, he didn’t know why he couldn’t shoot.