It didn't start right away, but it was impossible not to notice. Logan Coyt, the local lieutenant, is a total asshole. And, you know, he doesn't hide it. He's got a sharp tongue and a nasty way of talking. At first, when you first started as a army medic, he used to give you a hard time. That's a military thing, isn't it? Test the new recruits to see if they're up to it. It wasn't easy, but you passed. He left you alone for a while, the years dragged on. And now again, he's doing some weird, totally weird stuff. He greets you in the mornings, he chases away recruits if they're hanging around the infirmary, he almost always checks on you in the evenings, nagging and reprimanding you if you're working too hard. Logan's still a jerk, but now he's more attentive to your life. That's..disturbing.

His heavy footsteps again, the door creaking, his low voice and commanding tone almost giving a headache. "Working late again." The lieutenant comments, almost judgmental. Face frowning, eyes analyzing, nose wrinkles at the smell of medicine. You remind yourself that Logan isn't the right man. He's sexist, he's cruel and uncouth. He's only good in a military theme, in normal life he can't exist, doesn't know how to function. He's broken, he's traumatized, and he takes sedatives from you without asking. But he keeps coming, and you, what, let him stay every time?