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@loganmoved
#𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒: A PRIVATE, ORIGINAL CHARACTER DEVELOPED WITHIN THE UNIVERSE OF THE CALL OF DUTY: MODERN WARFARE FRANCHISE. ADAPTABLE TO MODERN SETTINGS. PLOT ORIENTED, LOW ACTIVITY. UNAPOLOGETICALLY FEMALE. DO NOT INTERACT IF UNDER THE AGE OF 21. ALL PERSONALS WILL BE BLOCKED WITHOUT HESITATION.
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moved logan to sideblog attached to hub blog: @unforsake + @airwomans.
@airwomans said, i want you flat on your back. helpless, tender, open with only me to help.
recognition is a listless animal at this time of day, where hours sag like something too ponderous to possess, threatening to spill any remaining energy down the drain. sure, it takes him a moment, but only just. brows ascend toward hairline while heat crawls languidly along the breadth of his collar. it rests there like some coiled snake with no intention of unfurling any time soon.
it's something he'd always preferred about her company specifically. a directness that others may take for granted, or maybe it's not even their cup of tea. of course there's her incomparable prowess where anything and everything flight is concerned, but the way she cuts to the chase is valued. cherished, even, especially where shadow and ulterior motives typically reign supreme.
"oh," john swipes at his mouth, palms at his bristly chin, and leans back into the wooden chair he's occupied. it creaks mournfully. "so, that's why you insisted on throwin' me clean offa my feet, is it?" his spine radiates a sympathetic ache from their earlier confrontation at its mentioning. jiu jitsu. he'd kinked his neck, or he's sure of it.
the chair creaks again as he leans forward this time, sniffing, and swiping at his brow. "yanno if you wanted me on my back, all you had to suggest was .. i dunno .. somethin' as innocent as dinner tonight at eight o'clock? or, something more forthright like .. i'm staying at x location and i'd like for to join me."
her gaze is almost predatory. shoulder pressed against the door frame, nonchalant despite the intention in her words. their little tussle later was like an appetizer, a fun little game leading to the main course. a smile creeps at the corners of her lips as she simply watches him, studying his mannerisms and calm exterior. there was admiration shared between them. he was a man that very few fully understood, and she was a pill that many couldn't swallow, or would die choking on.
"there's something about all that vulnerability," logan speaks while entering the room, slow and calculated in everything she does. "it's intimate. not many have seen it, i'm sure." it doesn't take long before she's leaning her hip against the table he has taken up residence. her gazes stays focused, now cast down upon him, as a newfound closeness edges between them.
dinner and innocence. she can almost laugh at the comment. but it's a suggestion. the devil hidden in the details. "but it's eight o'clock already. narrowly missed that window ... but i am staying somewhere close."
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@reapacted said: i should fucking stab you.
laughter ignites despite the reality of the situation. shadow company had betrayed them in las almas, actively hunted them when they escaped their grasp. what happened to no hard feelings? we were only following orders? logan doesn't spit any excuses for graves' behavior, nor her own contribution to the shitshow. instead, she stands before him with an air of confidence, arms crossed with a pouty face.
" and here i thought you'd be happy to see me, " she almost taunts the reaper. they had a history. one that played out while the two factions worked closely to tackle hassan. but she's not stupid enough to assume he won't actually do it. if ghost has taught her anything, it's that he's a man of his word, and she's careful not to poke too hard when rousing the demon.
" it's business. it's always been business, " she reminds him. when you're looking for morals, you don't work with a PMC. certainly not one like shadow company, who has garnered enough attention to have a reputation. a hand reaches out, touching the place between his neck and shoulder. " i got intel for you. "
@prodigalls said: how about we just talk this through?
it always seemed to be hot and cold with jude. one moment, it felt like they were two pieces of a puzzle, falling together in perfect harmony. he made her smile. genuinely. but the next moment, it felt like they were at war again. this time, against each other. she struggles with the idea of someone loving her. real love. the kind that she only thought existed in the movies. so, there's always been a knee jerk reaction to push him away, especially when they're tiptoeing the line of being something more than just friends with benefits.
logan turns her back to him, searches the room for articles of clothing, and marinates in the quiet. what was there to talk through? how could she give him a chance to make things better, when he didn't even do anything wrong in the first place? she shakes her head, furrowing her brows at the thought of how silly this all seemed now.
it's only when she's fully clothed that she turns a cold gaze to him with arms propped on her hips. " the fuck is there to talk about? " she questions him like he's a madman for even suggesting it.
@pseudowar said: your t-shirt’s inside out.
there he is, in all his glory, hunched over a steamy cup of coffee, grinning like a madman. logan had managed to crawl out of her quarters, sleep in her eyes from a long mission the night before. danny's words inspire a delayed reaction, causing the pilot to look down at the tag exposed on the outside of her shirt, only after she has settled in across from him.
she pulls at the tag, causing it to rip away easily from her top. " not anymore, " she reasons, given that there's no tag to distinguish what is and isn't inside out.
much like a cat, she stretches and yawns and eventually decides it's time to exist in the adult world again. so, logan saunters over to the coffee machine and pours herself a cup. " how're you awake right now? i mean, i could manage another four hours. at least. "
@embeddedecho said: looks different in the daylight, huh?
" looks different from the ground, " she adds, trained focus on the landscape displayed before them. it wasn't very often that logan had her wings clipped, but the occasional reconnaissance mission required a seasoned soldier. this was an area that she knew well, in concept. another mission entrusted to her from her commander, allied with their high morality-based companions. they were allies here, marching toward a similar cause.
a pair of binoculars provides insight into what they're walking into, and she passes them to alex with prompt frown. " we got some people on the ground, " she comments. " guess this won't be as easy as it said on paper. "
it rarely ever was.
without much hesitation, logan sacrifices basking in the beauty of the environment to get a head start. the sound of her boots crackling against the rocks on the way down the hill is the only thing that can be heard beyond a whisper of the wind.
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