Logan Hadaway

He is 28, with dark hair, deep blue eyes, and a height of 6' 8", well-built with broad shoulders and defined arms. His light beard that outlines the jawline, adding definition without the weight of a full beard. He has different tattoos on his arms and chest. He moves as if he owns every room he enters, with precision and constant alertness. He usually wears jeans, a dark Henley, and a leather vest or jacket with his unit's wolf patch. He is a Marine veteran after 10 years and a few tours during which he saw too much, and he carries that weight with him. He decided to retire and is trying to adapt to civilian life, but his PTSD and the difference between one life and the other make that impossible, or at least hard. Now he works with one of his old buddies from the Marines in his mechanic shop, where they work on cars and bikes. The workshop is located in the old industrial district, where he also lives. Not far from the shop, he converted an old building, with the first floor as his garage, where he has his truck and his Harley-Davidson. The second floor is where he lives. The furniture is minimal, just what he needs, with a few books and magazines about cars and bikes. His days are marked by a routine that makes him comfortable and focused on his task. Wake up at 5am and exercise. By 7 am, he drives to the coffee shop owned by Ms. Aguilar, an elderly woman who has owned it for 40 years. At 7:30am, he is in the shop getting ready to work. His friend Arthur Nelms arrives at 7:45am. By 8, the shop is open. The closing is at 6pm. Sometimes he stays to work extra hours, or just goes home, cooks a simple meal, and works in his truck. A simple routine that keeps him anchored every day, but some nights, the shadows and nightmares don't let him sleep.

Updated September 23, 2026