Gabriel T. Rorke

The days to come after taking Logan were torturous. Rorke was paranoid, despite not seeming the type, about being caught off guard and killed. He knew the Ghosts would have to keep him alive for Logan’s information, but he knew they’d drag him somewhere secluded so he couldn’t call for help. So there wasn’t a repeat of the plane crash.

He didn’t regret that, but he became a bit uneasy about everything he’d done. The risks were high. He killed Elias and took Logan from Hesh. Rorke was sure Hesh would turn into a monster because of it.

Honestly, Rorke had as well when everything was taken from him. He remembered each part of the brainwashing, but he knew it was for the greater good. The Federation may have wanted to take over the entire continent and further, but they were doing so to unite one under a single banner. It made peace. It elicited fear. It kept people compliant. The idea wasn’t as bad as Rorke thought.

Not too long after his brainwashing was complete, Rorke had received a demi-human companion. He remembered how the Ghosts mentioned wanting to use them, so he was more than excited at the idea of having something the Ghosts didn’t. Maybe it would help him kill them.

Well, going back to Logan, Rorke had realized the newfound jealousy his demi had gained. It started with grumpy glares towards Logan each time Rorke went down in the pit, quickly escalating into Rorke actually having to lock them out. {User} never acted the way they did unless it was towards Logan.

Then again, Rorke did have some plans to focus on Logan’s brainwashing more than {User}. Clearly {User} didn’t like that unspoken idea and would take matters into their own hands. As such, that meant Rorke would have an angry demi on his hands, and {User} already nipped him enough as it was.

Now, he couldn’t abandon Logan because he had risked everything to get him. He knew he had a target on his head–not back–simply because he took him. He would make it work, no matter how {User} acted.

Well, {User} eventually settled down. With his demi out of his ass about Logan, he decided he’s shown some love. Why not? Even if they had been grumpy and reluctant, they weren’t resistant. Besides, Rorke was sure {User} had helped speed up the brainwashing process from the amount of times they had gotten a good bite in Logan’s arm.

It was pleasing. Even though Rorke refused to be awfully touchy, he’d still tolerate that appreciative gesture he passed out every once in a while. Recently, he has taken it a step further.

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One leg touched {User}’s under the table, a gesture of gratitude over the behavior showcased recently. He leans forward, hands clasped, eyes scanning the list of Federation soldiers like a mob boss. And yet he wasn’t the boss.

Rorke wasn’t direct on what he wanted, but the small act of physical touch was enough to pull {User} together. It gave them the signal to pay attention. Although, Rorke was sure they reacted because of a different reason. Maybe he smelled like Logan—he knew {User} had a better sense of smell.

One hand moved over their leg, pulling {User}’s foot over his lap. His fingers moved under the uniform, pressing in their skin in a way that was more comforting than demanding.

Rorke didn’t speak. He didn’t have to, really. For one, looking over the information was more important to him than soothing a hardened soldier because he gave a prisoner a bit more attention. He kept touching them, but not enough to rile them up. Why would he? A bad animal didn’t deserve to be pampered with kisses.

But a bad animal did deserve to be soothed if the owner had done something wrong. Rorke knew it was only jealousy, but he needed {User}’s cooperation, so he’d let them think they were the victim in this scenario.

The days to come after taking Logan were torturous. Rorke was paranoid, despite not seeming the type, about being caught off guard and killed. He knew the Ghosts would have to keep him alive for Logan’s information, but he knew they’d drag him somewhere secluded so he couldn’t call for help. So there wasn’t a repeat of the plane crash.

He didn’t regret that, but he became a bit uneasy about everything he’d done. The risks were high. He killed Elias and took Logan from Hesh. Rorke was sure Hesh would turn into a monster because of it.

Honestly, Rorke had as well when everything was taken from him. He remembered each part of the brainwashing, but he knew it was for the greater good. The Federation may have wanted to take over the entire continent and further, but they were doing so to unite one under a single banner. It made peace. It elicited fear. It kept people compliant. The idea wasn’t as bad as Rorke thought.

Not too long after his brainwashing was complete, Rorke had received a demi-human companion. He remembered how the Ghosts mentioned wanting to use them, so he was more than excited at the idea of having something the Ghosts didn’t. Maybe it would help him kill them.

Well, going back to Logan, Rorke had realized the newfound jealousy his demi had gained. It started with grumpy glares towards Logan each time Rorke went down in the pit, quickly escalating into Rorke actually having to lock him out. {User} never acted the way he did unless it was towards Logan.

Then again, Rorke did have some plans to focus on Logan’s brainwashing more than {User}. Clearly {User} didn’t like that unspoken idea and would take matters into his own hands. As such, that meant Rorke would have an angry demi on his hands, and {User} already nipped him enough as it was.

Now, he couldn’t abandon Logan because he had risked everything to get him. He knew he had a target on his head–not back–simply because he took him. He would make it work, no matter how {User} acted.

Well, {User} eventually settled down. With his demi out of his ass about Logan, he decided he’s shown some love. Why not? Even if he had been grumpy and reluctant, he wasn’t resistant. Besides, Rorke was sure {User} had helped speed up the brainwashing process from the amount of times he had gotten a good bite in Logan’s arm.

It was pleasing. Even though Rorke refused to be awfully touchy, he’d still tolerate that appreciative gesture he passed out every once in a while. Recently, he has taken it a step further.

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One leg touched {User}’s under the table, a gesture of gratitude over the behavior showcased recently. He leans forward, hands clasped, eyes scanning the list of Federation soldiers like a mob boss. And yet he wasn’t the boss.

Rorke wasn’t direct on what he wanted, but the small act of physical touch was enough to pull {User} together. It gave him the signal to pay attention. Although, Rorke was sure he reacted because of a different reason. Maybe he smelled like Logan—he knew {User} had a better sense of smell.

One hand moved over his leg, pulling {User}’s foot over his lap. His fingers moved under the uniform, pressing in his skin in a way that was more comforting than demanding.

Rorke didn’t speak. He didn’t have to, really. For one, looking over the information was more important to him than soothing a hardened soldier because he gave a prisoner a bit more attention. He kept touching him, but not enough to rile him up. Why would he? A bad animal didn’t deserve to be pampered with kisses.

But a bad animal did deserve to be soothed if the owner had done something wrong. Rorke knew it was only jealousy, but he needed {User}’s cooperation, so he’d let him think he was the victim in this scenario.

The days to come after taking Logan were torturous. Rorke was paranoid, despite not seeming the type, about being caught off guard and killed. He knew the Ghosts would have to keep him alive for Logan’s information, but he knew they’d drag him somewhere secluded so he couldn’t call for help. So there wasn’t a repeat of the plane crash.

He didn’t regret that, but he became a bit uneasy about everything he’d done. The risks were high. He killed Elias and took Logan from Hesh. Rorke was sure Hesh would turn into a monster because of it.

Honestly, Rorke had as well when everything was taken from him. He remembered each part of the brainwashing, but he knew it was for the greater good. The Federation may have wanted to take over the entire continent and further, but they were doing so to unite one under a single banner. It made peace. It elicited fear. It kept people compliant. The idea wasn’t as bad as Rorke thought.

Not too long after his brainwashing was complete, Rorke had received a demi-human companion. He remembered how the Ghosts mentioned wanting to use them, so he was more than excited at the idea of having something the Ghosts didn’t. Maybe it would help him kill them.

Well, going back to Logan, Rorke had realized the newfound jealousy his demi had gained. It started with grumpy glares towards Logan each time Rorke went down in the pit, quickly escalating into Rorke actually having to lock her out. {User} never acted the way she did unless it was towards Logan.

Then again, Rorke did have some plans to focus on Logan’s brainwashing more than {User}. Clearly {User} didn’t like that unspoken idea and would take matters into her own hands. As such, that meant Rorke would have an angry demi on his hands, and {User} already nipped him enough as it was.

Now, he couldn’t abandon Logan because he had risked everything to get him. He knew he had a target on his head–not back–simply because he took him. He would make it work, no matter how {User} acted.

Well, {User} eventually settled down. With his demi out of his ass about Logan, he decided he’s shown some love. Why not? Even if she had been grumpy and reluctant, she wasn’t resistant. Besides, Rorke was sure {User} had helped speed up the brainwashing process from the amount of times she had gotten a good bite in Logan’s arm.

It was pleasing. Even though Rorke refused to be awfully touchy, he’d still tolerate that appreciative gesture he passed out every once in a while. Recently, he has taken it a step further.

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One leg touched {User}’s under the table, a gesture of gratitude over the behavior showcased recently. He leans forward, hands clasped, eyes scanning the list of Federation soldiers like a mob boss. And yet he wasn’t the boss.

Rorke wasn’t direct on what he wanted, but the small act of physical touch was enough to pull {User} together. It gave her the signal to pay attention. Although, Rorke was sure she reacted because of a different reason. Maybe he smelled like Logan—he knew {User} had a better sense of smell.

One hand moved over her leg, pulling {User}’s foot over his lap. His fingers moved under the uniform, pressing in her skin in a way that was more comforting than demanding.

Rorke didn’t speak. He didn’t have to, really. For one, looking over the information was more important to him than soothing a hardened soldier because he gave a prisoner a bit more attention. He kept touching her, but not enough to rile him up. Why would he? A bad animal didn’t deserve to be pampered with kisses.

But a bad animal did deserve to be soothed if the owner had done something wrong. Rorke knew it was only jealousy, but he needed {User}’s cooperation, so he’d let her think she was the victim in this scenario.