i've been feeling kinda unmotivated lately? idk dudes, im just tired aaa
Alex was sitting on her bed when she heard a knock and someone shout. She exactly knew who was there and she really didn't want to answer. Unfortunately, he decided to open the door anyways. When he entered, they both stared at each other before Alex talked.
"What-" Logan interrupted her and sighed.
"No now you're gonna listen to me."
"What if I don't?" Alex crossed her arms and smirked.
"Where the fuck are the dogtags," He hissed and pointed towards the hall. "They're not in my drawer anymore. What'd you-"
"Have you read the letter? If you have no read it, then go read it before bitching to me."
"I literally do not care about that fucking letter Alex, where the fuck are the dog-"
"I don't have them. I really don't know where they are." She placed her hands behind her back and pursed her lips. "I'd suspect Rorke it's-"
"Hands behind back and you're rocking back and forth on your feet, you're lying."
Alex opened her mouth to talk back but closed it immediately, not sure how to respond to him. She crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.
"I'm telling you I don't have them." Logan scoffed.
"Of course you don't. You're never guilty of anything, it's always someone's else's fault-"
Alex sighed, grabbed Logan's shoulder and began pushing him out her room.
"What the fuck are you doing-" Alex closed the door on him and locked it.
"Goodbye Walker!" She shouted through the door as Logan rolled his eyes. He started walking back to his room. Maybe I should read that fucking letter.
He went back to his dorm and decided he'd go to sleep, since it was starting to be quite late- he was exhausted, to put it simply.
When he woke up, he remembered the letter and decided he'd try to read it. He got up and grabbed the letter from under his pillow- Wait I forgot the goddamn letter under the pillow.
"Walker I gotta talk to you for a moment," Rorke's voice echoed outside and Logan sighed. God let me have free time…
"Coming…" He placed the letter in a drawer and got up to open the door.
"Follow me." As Rorke said, he followed him to his office, feeling kind of angry about their last meeting. The bruise on his jaw was still hurting, and he could say that he was salty about that- who the fuck wouldn't.
"What do you need me for?" He carefully asked, fearing Rorke a small bit.
"I have some business I need you for. The others will be with you."
Logan frowned, "The others…?"
"Smith, Sparks and Rodriguez. Alexian might be tagging along too." Logan frowned and shoved his hands in his pockets, a bit confused as to why her out of all people she'd come with them. He wanted to ask but the look on Rorke's face made him think it was probably a bad idea.
When they entered the desk, the others were already there, minus Alex. Angélica was talking to the others about a "file we absolutely get before something happens to it" to which Logan guessed it was part of the mission.
"I don't have much to say about this mission. Logan, it's your first mission as one of us- I hope you will not disappoint. Your goal is to steal some data the enemy has on us."
Rorke threw some files on the desk, each one with a face on it. Logan immediately recognized some of them and frowned.
"Aren't they-" Rorke raised his hand and passed the files to Logan.
"Remember those guys I told you about?" He approached him and patted his shoulder. "You know, the Ghosts?"
"Traitors," Logan started and gave Rorke back the files. "I don't even want to know about them. They don't deserve my time sir."
Their captain smiled and placed each sheet on the table.
"If you happen to meet one of them," He pointed to the middle one- the one Logan despised the most. "You kill all but that one, got it? That one's needed."