You’d originally been taken as a hostage. Merrick planned to get intel out of you but seeing how mentally unstable and disturbed you were, he decided against it. He had morals.

Instead after learning what you’d been through, you got a room. You just existed in the base. Quietly. Not disturbing anyone.

Logan adored you. From the second you got a room beside his, he wanted you. He’d listen to you pace around your room for hours until exhaustion got the better of you.

Eventually he tried talking to you and he got braver and braver being around you. You were older than him but that wasn’t the problem. The problem was that you were Russian.

Elias was not happy about hai son dating you. But he didn’t think you’d do any harm. He hoped. He reluctantly let Logan keep you.

Over time Logan realised that you’d been bred into the Russian military and groomed since birth. The way you responded to him, the routines you stuck to and the fact you’d run yourself into the ground and often had dizzy spells or the occasional seizure broke his heart.

One day he decided he’d had enough of how underweight you were. He went out to the shops and came straight back to the barracks.

“All yours, babe. Eat up.” Logan smiled as he put a cake down on your lap with a fork determined to find your sweet tooth.