Deep blue

9

Back at the base, every single Ghosts' stomach was stuffed to the limit from lunch. All of them were making pathetic groaning noises and cursing themselves for overindulging. All of them meaning Logan and Kick. Merrick would never admit to any kind of discomfort, and Hesh was the type to suffer in silence, making ridiculous faces in the process while holding his stomach and keeled over, Keegan and Elias, well, both of them were smarter than the rest and didn't stuff themselves in the first place. Earlier, Logan thought he was full of something, oh yeah, he was full alright, full of regret for playing right into his brother's fighting words. A fucking foot, sure, it felt like six by the end.

Apparently they had a free day. That's what Elias told them, 24 hours to kill time before they stormed the Federation's weapon factory in Rio De Janeiro. Which meant that Keegan and Logan had a few hours just for themselves outside of a mission or hospital room and all Logan wanted to do was take a nap. A nap. Logan was beyond irritated with himself, the Tylenol Keegan gave him earlier all but numbed the pain, thankfully, but it made him sleepy as well. It started when he almost dozed off in the car on Keegan's shoulder, then on the way back from lunch, and now, at the Ghosts' home base, his eyes were dropping closed even when he walked.

"You want me to help you to your room?" Keegan asked Logan, watching him intake his fourth long yawn since they entered the garage.

"I don't - mm'not tired.." Logan mumbled, batting a hand about in the air in Keegan's direction, the other scratching the top of his head, ruffling his light locks of hair.

"Kid, you're acting like your feet are being weighed down by a cement block." Keegan took Logan's arm and placed it over his shoulder to support his weight.

"Logan? You ok?" Elias asked bounding down the stairs. He walked over to Keegan and a very sluggish, about to pass out looking Logan, and placed a hand on his son's forehead, then patted lightly down the side of his face, finding nothing out of sorts with his temperature.

"Keeeegie, was the Tylenol that PM shit?" Logan frowned at his dad's hand and was too drowsy to notice he used the nickname he gave Keegan, which was previously unsaid to the sniper, right in front of his dad. He was far gone enough that he would have gladly fall asleep under Keegan's arm in the garage, it was tempting, even if his dad was giving him concerned looks.

"They didn't tell me, but judging by how you are right now, I think it's safe to say it was. It might've been all they had?" Keegan shrugged at the look that both Elias and Logan shot at him, Logan's annoyed expression, brows pulled down and eyes nearly closed, and Elias, his face blank, but amused.

"How many did he take?" Elias asked Keegan.

"...Four." Keegan answered.

"Come on, let's get him to his bed." Elias directed at Keegan, laughing at the glare Logan gave him. "You need to sleep it off."

"Ugh..." Logan grunted as Elias carefully slinged his injured arm over his shoulder, Keegan and his dad walked him up the staircase leading into the base.

Merrick saw them basically dragging Logan through the main floor, he almost walked past, but did a double take and jogged over to them. "He alright?" Merrick asked, jutting his chin at Logan, who was smiling sleepily up at Keegan, unaware of anyone else in the room.

"Took some...nighttime pain reliever." Keegan replied, giving Logan a small smile before looking back at Merrick.

"Sure. And he destroyed that sandwich in under 10 minutes, boy's feeling it now. He's in good company, Kick passed out by the computer monitors and I think Hesh is...hiding somewhere, in misery." Merrick said with a chuckle.

"Those nurses wanted to drug me! Don't they know I'm a soldier?!" Logan shouted, nearly stumbling out of Elias and Keegan's hold, they caught him before he could rip his stitches from the impact.