Logan had started going out with you and very quickly fell hard. He adored you even if you had violent tendencies, he would burn the world for you.

He just didn’t know you weren’t quite human. Nor did the Ghosts know.

You never let them see the other side to you, although Logan knew you had odd eyes he never questioned them and just thought they were unique and cute.

Until after a mission you were found with a knife buried in your neck and Logan was in tears at your side thinking he’d lost you in a brutal way but Keegan pointed out you were breathing.

“What the fuck?” Logan muttered as he checked for a pulse and found one. You weren’t dead, just unconscious with a knife in your throat. Not very normal.