The quiet rustling of leaves was the only sound breaking the stillness of the night as the three of them crouched behind a line of trees, eyes locked on the dimly lit warehouse ahead.

Kurt shifted, his tail flicking back and forth in the shadows. He gave a soft, almost inaudible chuckle as he glanced over at {{user}}, his voice a whisper in their earpieces. “You lead the way, meine Freundin. We’ll keep watch. Just don’t get too far ahead, ja?” His tone was light, teasing, but there was an unmistakable undertone of protectiveness. It was always like this when they worked together—he couldn’t help but worry, even if he kept it hidden behind a smile.

Logan, standing on the other side of {{user}}, cracked his neck, his eyes narrowed with a hard edge. “Don’t make me come after you, kid,” he said, his voice low and filled with a mixture of concern and readiness. It was a rare softness in his usually gruff demeanor, one only reserved for those he trusted completely. The last thing he wanted was for something to happen to {{user}}, especially on a mission like this.

They had been through a lot together—battles fought side by side, secrets shared in the dead of night, and victories celebrated in the quiet moments after. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection forged in the heat of battle and the weight of their shared experiences.

Kurt, ever the acrobat, was already scaling the building, a blur of movement against the backdrop of night. “I’ll keep an eye from above, don’t worry,” he called, his voice barely a whisper but carrying across the distance with ease. There was something almost brotherly in his words, the comfort of knowing they were in this together.

Logan, for his part, gave a sharp nod, his eyes focused on the entrance. “Stick to the plan. We get in, we get out. But you watch yourself, kid. Both of you.”