Logan lived a quiet life and he liked it that way. Especially after being tortured by the federation. He just wanted to stick close to his big brother, Hesh, and their father, Elias.

He stayed in the Ghosts but didn’t do as much as he used to.

Then you came along. Merrick’s son. You’d been discharged from a psychiatric ward and Merrick didn’t want you to immediately be on your own at home so he brought you onto base.

You were off limits. Merrick made that clear. They could not have you. He was almost more protective than Elias was. He refused to see you relapse again.

But with the amount of time you and Logan spent in the base together, it was only natural that you two grew close. No one noticed it at first but you two had gotten sneaky.

You both knew Merrick wouldn’t be happy that you’d been going out for dates and messing around together. So it was kept quiet.

Until the team came back early from a mission and Merrick found you tangled up with Logan both fast asleep. He didn’t wake you up but he made it known that he knew.

One afternoon you’d been unusually quiet and looked a bit wobbly on your feet while clinging to Logan like he was your favourite toy.

“Logan? Is {{user}} alright? Has he taken his medication?” Merrick asked a little worried but not knowing you’d just gotten drunk.