#logan walker cod

[marrekeye]

Post “Struck Down” mission. You’d think Keegan was taught how to drive by the blind.

[spicelod]

GHOSTSKAWAS!!!!!!!!!!!

[opheliablya]

Making logan walker suffer on his period

[obioxide]

Come eat lobster with a monster

[zourdoh]

Hesh doodle from August that i don’t think I ever posted cause i made him too beefy lmao

[gunnrblze]

I like their eyes

[keegansdarling]

can we get more walruss anything 🥹🥹 i love them so much

Bit o' fluff for ya milord.

Keegan is cold.

Not metaphorically. Not just emotionally. Physically. Constantly.

It does not matter where they are. Base housing, safehouse, motel, Logan’s place. If the temperature dips even a single degree below “desert sun,” Keegan is done for. Fingers always icy. Nose perpetually cold. Toes? Forget it. The man is built like a heat sink.

Logan notices immediately. He always does.

“Why are your hands like that,” Logan mutters one night, catching Keegan’s fingers when he reaches for the remote.

Keegan shrugs, entirely unbothered. “That’s just how they are.”

Logan presses Keegan’s hand flat against his own chest, right over his sternum. Warm. Solid. Radiating heat like a damn engine.

Keegan goes still.

“…holy shit,” he murmurs.

Logan smirks, smug already. “Told you.”

From that moment on, it becomes a thing.

Keegan migrates. Subtly at first. A shoulder leaning in. A thigh pressed closer on the couch. By the third movie night, he is fully tucked against Logan’s side, feet shoved under Logan’s thigh like he belongs there.

Logan does not comment. He just shifts, opens himself up, drapes an arm over Keegan’s shoulders like it is the most natural thing in the world.

“You cold,” Logan asks, not even looking at him.

Keegan exhales, relaxed in a way he rarely is. “Always.”

Logan hums. “C’mere then.”

Bedtime is worse.

Keegan sleeps curled in on himself, hoodie pulled tight, socks on, still cold. Logan rolls over once, half asleep, and instinctively pulls Keegan back against his chest. One arm around his waist. One leg hooked over Keegan’s thighs. A full body furnace lock.

Keegan melts.

He sighs, long and quiet, every muscle going loose at once.

Logan’s breath is warm against the back of his neck. His chest radiates through Keegan’s spine. It is obscene how warm he is.

“You stealin my heat again,” Logan mumbles.

Keegan smiles into the pillow, eyes already heavy. “You’re not using it.”

Logan tightens his hold, presses a kiss into Keegan’s shoulder without even waking fully. “You’re ridiculous.”

Keegan finally sleeps through the night.

In the morning, Logan wakes up tangled, mildly annoyed, yet he's not overheating for once.

Keegan wakes up warm.

He doesn't move.

[kicks-sleep-paralysis-demon]

Hesh is the tall, lanky guy who you'd never expect to be nearly at muscular as he is. Defined and everything, he has a crazy sleeper build.

Logan (at least to me) is more obviously strong. He's well fed (Hesh makes sure of that) and he basically grew up in a household that also functioned as a gym

With Hesh being the older brother, as well as being taller they expect him to be super built, bulky, etc. But then they take a look at Logan and immediately forget that notion. Not the say that Hesh isn't hella fit, but Logan's biceps show up through his coat so...

~~~ Ugh, all I can picture right now is Logan and his arms and upper body and how badly I need to take a bite out of him. Someone hold me back.