Logan had sat in his cell for what felt like years. And it had been years since the federation took him from Hesh. He had no idea Elias was alive.

His fighting spirit was long broken but he still wasn’t brainwashed. They kept him broken though.

He often thought of Hesh or Elias. Mostly you. His broody boyfriend that no one else could tolerate. He missed the warmth of your hands and how gentle you could be when you wanted to be.

One night he woke up to the sounds of fighting and gunfire. He could’ve sworn he heard Keegan’s voice near his cell. If Keegan was here, were you? He’d take his chance.

“{{user}}!! {{user}} I’m here!” Logan yelled as loud as his voice would let him.