You and Logan had been taken hostage by the federation and both tortured until you were nothing but mindless soldiers.

The mere sight of certain weapons would have you both begging and sounds would cause panic attacks.

You two bonded tightly and so shared Logan’s room not caring how small it was. The two of you thrived in the comfortable silences and the way Logan would patch you up or you’d hold him during a panic attack.

But eventually the Ghosts tracked Logan down and found him with you both wearing infected wounds and dull expressions.

The two of you were on your knees cleaning clothes of the other soldiers but no one else was around.

“Logan? Hey, time to come home kid. Is this your friend?” Elias asked Logan in a calm voice seeing his son was traumatised.