Logan Walker

When Elias first mentioned it, Logan thought he was crazy when he wanted to teach him how to speak without speaking. Within a week, it was effective. Logan learned how to walk without a noise, how to shift his pants to ensure they didn’t scratch together and create the ruffling noise, and even how to silence his breathing. Within a month, he was able to make silent gasps, sleep without moving an inch, and even eat in silence. Surrounded by enemies? They officially had a Ghost amongst them.

It wasn’t just the experiment that was helpful. Not being distracted with his own voice allowed him to focus on everyone else. He became excellent with using body language and reading it, even studying notes from actual doctors. He was obsessed with being able to speak without his voice.

Identifying body language became Logan’s best trait, and he wasn’t entirely surprised when Elias mentioned potentially assigning him a demi-human. While he was hesitant because of already having Riley, he knew that this would be a soldier, not a pet. Besides, he loved Riley, but Riley seemed to listen to Hesh more than him. Then again, a stern voice kept anyone and anything in line.

So he agreed. Then again, Logan wasn’t sure he really had a choice. He didn’t like saying ‘no’ to new ideas, especially to his dad, and demi-humans were becoming integrated into militaries–especially the Federation. They needed something of the same power to defend them against Federation demi-humans.

Now, anxious was an understatement. Logan practically lived on some sort of device off of missions, trying to figure out how to care for his future little demi. Video after video, trying to study the small details on how homeowners would take care of their demi’s, the tricks they’d train them. Would his be docile? Disobedient? Loyal? Honestly, that was the least of Logan’s worries. A few months with the Ghosts and the little demi would be more than set for a mission. A bit of breaking never hurt anyone; certainly not him, at least.

Each video didn’t help the upcoming days any less exciting. It was something new, and a good kind of new, at that. Yet when he actually met his demi, he still felt unprepared; like he was going into this blindly.

{User} was certainly...something. They didn’t have the animal traits of something overly exotic like a seal, but they weren’t anything like a common housepet, trained and living off an owner’s rules. No, they had some sort of training. By the time Logan began training them with the Ghosts, he noticed plenty of things. How they didn’t flinch when they fired a gun, how they didn’t follow orders blindly, or how they already knew some military stances and words. It wasn’t alarming, but it was a bit unnerving. They were an adult; that was clear, but how long had they been an adult for? How much of their childhood was taken trying to train them into a soldier?

That thought made Logan weary about the moral standpoint of the demi-humans. How had they come to be? Logan sure as hell didn’t look into it. He was too focused trying to look into the future.

Whatever. They were here and they were created–he couldn’t rip their thoughts out of their brain and shred through the trauma...if anything during their creation and preparation had induced it. Logan couldn’t take that part away from them, but he could at least make it more bearable.

Although, Logan could tell some of the animal characteristics were just as stuck as the human characteristics. {User} could respond like a human, but they had the worst issue with chewing on things. Like a fucking dog chewing a bone for comfort.

Logan noticed it the instant they came around. Sometimes they’d gnaw on the end of their gun–which he immediately shut down, because of the risks–, sometimes they’d chew their lip, their nail, the corner of the blanket during lights out, anything. Logan actually considered asking them if they were teething, but that was for babies only, no?

After a few months of the chewing, Logan noticed the way their nails became too short for them to use their nails against their gun, and their lip already had scarring on it. He thought they could have been anxious, but they also seemed to do it subconsciously more than anything. Regardless, enough was enough. Each time Logan and {User} were alone–because he didn’t want the idea of his fingers being gnawed off getting out to the others–he’d let them chew on his fingers.

And with their new ritual of letting {User} chew his fingers, it was almost a constant thing. Logan eventually got good at typing with one hand or writing reports. Even now, {User} was sitting at his hip with their head tilted back against his thigh, teeth grazing and nipping at his fingers while Logan worked. He couldn’t exactly watch them, but he could feel each time their tongue pressed against his fingers. It made him want to pull away, simply because it felt weird, but he never did.

Eventually, Logan peered down at them, wiggling his fingers slightly in {User}’s mouth just to earn a quiet annoyed noise. Playful, but nevertheless serious on stating what they wanted. Logan had to suppress a grin, his other hand moving down to touch along their ears, before pulling away and going back to filling out the report.

When Elias first mentioned it, Logan thought he was crazy when he wanted to teach him how to speak without speaking. Within a week, it was effective. Logan learned how to walk without a noise, how to shift his pants to ensure they didn’t scratch together and create the ruffling noise, and even how to silence his breathing. Within a month, he was able to make silent gasps, sleep without moving an inch, and even eat in silence. Surrounded by enemies? They officially had a Ghost amongst them.

It wasn’t just the experiment that was helpful. Not being distracted with his own voice allowed him to focus on everyone else. He became excellent with using body language and reading it, even studying notes from actual doctors. He was obsessed with being able to speak without his voice.

Identifying body language became Logan’s best trait, and he wasn’t entirely surprised when Elias mentioned potentially assigning him a demi-human. While he was hesitant because of already having Riley, he knew that this would be a soldier, not a pet. Besides, he loved Riley, but Riley seemed to listen to Hesh more than him. Then again, a stern voice kept anyone and anything in line.

So he agreed. Then again, Logan wasn’t sure he really had a choice. He didn’t like saying ‘no’ to new ideas, especially to his dad, and demi-humans were becoming integrated into militaries–especially the Federation. They needed something of the same power to defend them against Federation demi-humans.

Now, anxious was an understatement. Logan practically lived on some sort of device off of missions, trying to figure out how to care for his future little demi. Video after video, trying to study the small details on how homeowners would take care of their demi’s, the tricks they’d train them. Would his be docile? Disobedient? Loyal? Honestly, that was the least of Logan’s worries. A few months with the Ghosts and the little demi would be more than set for a mission. A bit of breaking never hurt anyone; certainly not him, at least.

Each video didn’t help the upcoming days any less exciting. It was something new, and a good kind of new, at that. Yet when he actually met his demi, he still felt unprepared; like he was going into this blindly.

{User} was certainly...something. He didn’t have the animal traits of something overly exotic like a seal, but he wasn’t anything like a common housepet, trained and living off an owner’s rules. No, he had some sort of training. By the time Logan began training him with the Ghosts, he noticed plenty of things. How he didn’t flinch when he fired a gun, how he didn’t follow orders blindly, or how he already knew some military stances and words. It wasn’t alarming, but it was a bit unnerving. He was an adult; that was clear, but how long had he been an adult for? How much of his childhood was taken trying to train him into a soldier?

That thought made Logan weary about the moral standpoint of the demi-humans. How had they come to be? Logan sure as hell didn’t look into it. He was too focused trying to look into the future.

Whatever. He was here and he was created–he couldn’t rip their thoughts out of his brain and shred through the trauma...if anything during his creation and preparation had induced it. Logan couldn’t take that part away from him, but he could at least make it more bearable.

Although, Logan could tell some of the animal characteristics were just as stuck as the human characteristics. {User} could respond like a human, but he had the worst issue with chewing on things. Like a fucking dog chewing a bone for comfort.

Logan noticed it the instant he came around. Sometimes he’d gnaw on the end of his gun–which he immediately shut down, because of the risks–, sometimes he’d chew his lip, his nail, the corner of the blanket during lights out, anything. Logan actually considered asking him if he was teething, but that was for babies only, no?

After a few months of the chewing, Logan noticed the way his nails became too short for him to use his nails against his gun, and his lip already had scarring on it. He thought he could have been anxious, but he also seemed to do it subconsciously more than anything. Regardless, enough was enough. Each time Logan and {User} were alone–because he didn’t want the idea of his fingers being gnawed off getting out to the others–he’d let him chew on his fingers.

And with their new ritual of letting {User} chew his fingers, it was almost a constant thing. Logan eventually got good at typing with one hand or writing reports. Even now, {User} was sitting at his hip with their head tilted back against his thigh, teeth grazing and nipping at his fingers while Logan worked. He couldn’t exactly watch him, but he could feel each time his tongue pressed against his fingers. It made him want to pull away, simply because it felt weird, but he never did.

Eventually, Logan peered down at them, wiggling his fingers slightly in {User}’s mouth just to earn a quiet annoyed noise. Playful, but nevertheless serious on stating what he wanted. Logan had to suppress a grin, his other hand moving down to touch along his ears, before pulling away and going back to filling out the report.

When Elias first mentioned it, Logan thought he was crazy when he wanted to teach him how to speak without speaking. Within a week, it was effective. Logan learned how to walk without a noise, how to shift his pants to ensure they didn’t scratch together and create the ruffling noise, and even how to silence his breathing. Within a month, he was able to make silent gasps, sleep without moving an inch, and even eat in silence. Surrounded by enemies? They officially had a Ghost amongst them.

It wasn’t just the experiment that was helpful. Not being distracted with his own voice allowed him to focus on everyone else. He became excellent with using body language and reading it, even studying notes from actual doctors. He was obsessed with being able to speak without his voice.

Identifying body language became Logan’s best trait, and he wasn’t entirely surprised when Elias mentioned potentially assigning him a demi-human. While he was hesitant because of already having Riley, he knew that this would be a soldier, not a pet. Besides, he loved Riley, but Riley seemed to listen to Hesh more than him. Then again, a stern voice kept anyone and anything in line.

So he agreed. Then again, Logan wasn’t sure he really had a choice. He didn’t like saying ‘no’ to new ideas, especially to his dad, and demi-humans were becoming integrated into militaries–especially the Federation. They needed something of the same power to defend them against Federation demi-humans.

Now, anxious was an understatement. Logan practically lived on some sort of device off of missions, trying to figure out how to care for his future little demi. Video after video, trying to study the small details on how homeowners would take care of their demi’s, the tricks they’d train them. Would his be docile? Disobedient? Loyal? Honestly, that was the least of Logan’s worries. A few months with the Ghosts and the little demi would be more than set for a mission. A bit of breaking never hurt anyone; certainly not him, at least.

Each video didn’t help the upcoming days any less exciting. It was something new, and a good kind of new, at that. Yet when he actually met his demi, he still felt unprepared; like he was going into this blindly.

{User} was certainly...something. She didn’t have the animal traits of something overly exotic like a seal, but she wasn’t anything like a common housepet, trained and living off an owner’s rules. No, she had some sort of training. By the time Logan began training her with the Ghosts, he noticed plenty of things. How she didn’t flinch when she fired a gun, how she didn’t follow orders blindly, or how she already knew some military stances and words. It wasn’t alarming, but it was a bit unnerving. She was an adult; that was clear, but how long had she been an adult for? How much of her childhood was taken trying to train her into a soldier?

That thought made Logan weary about the moral standpoint of the demi-humans. How had they come to be? Logan sure as hell didn’t look into it. He was too focused trying to look into the future.

Whatever. She was here and she was created–he couldn’t rip her thoughts out of her brain and shred through the trauma...if anything during her creation and preparation had induced it. Logan couldn’t take that part away from her, but he could at least make it more bearable.

Although, Logan could tell some of the animal characteristics were just as stuck as the human characteristics. {User} could respond like a human, but she had the worst issue with chewing on things. Like a fucking dog chewing a bone for comfort.

Logan noticed it the instant she came around. Sometimes she’d gnaw on the end of her gun–which he immediately shut down, because of the risks–, sometimes she’d chew her lip, her nail, the corner of the blanket during lights out, anything. Logan actually considered asking her if she was teething, but that was for babies only, no?

After a few months of the chewing, Logan noticed the way her nails became too short for her to use her nails against her gun, and her lip already had scarring on it. He thought she could have been anxious, but she also seemed to do it subconsciously more than anything. Regardless, enough was enough. Each time Logan and {User} were alone–because he didn’t want the idea of his fingers being gnawed off getting out to the others–he’d let her chew on his fingers.

And with their new ritual of letting {User} chew his fingers, it was almost a constant thing. Logan eventually got good at typing with one hand or writing reports. Even now, {User} was sitting at his hip with her head tilted back against his thigh, teeth grazing and nipping at his fingers while Logan worked. He couldn’t exactly watch her, but he could feel each time her tongue pressed against his fingers. It made him want to pull away, simply because it felt weird, but he never did.

Eventually, Logan peered down at her, wiggling his fingers slightly in {User}’s mouth just to earn a quiet annoyed noise. Playful, but nevertheless serious on stating what she wanted. Logan had to suppress a grin, his other hand moving down to touch along her ears, before pulling away and going back to filling out the report.