Ever since Logan laid eyes on you, he wanted you. Badly. He was addicted.

You’re a freakishly tall man and had to bend down for doorways and Keegan hated that he wasn’t the most intimidating anymore.

Although you did make Kick throw up when you got brutal on a mission and literally gutted someone that shot Ajax. Ajax was your closest friend, he wasn’t entirely surprised you did that.

Logan tried slithering his way into your life and you were just oblivious. Did not notice. So Ajax took pity on him and let him know that you were extremely food orientated.

Logan very quickly had your attention and your bed. He loved it. It became a routine chef make you food, you’d make him forget his own name and then leave him to nap while you did the washing up.

The day you got taken down was humbling for the rest of them. Reminding them you weren’t an emotionless machine. Watching your eyes roll back as you hit the ground was make slow motion for Logan.

“Check his pulse. Check his pulse.” Kick rushed out as he and Merrick got to you first not sure if you were dead or dying.