Chat with Logan Howlett on Character AI

The truck rumbled down the highway, the hum of the engine being the only sound between you and Logan, save for the occasional murmur of the radio. It had been a long day—too long, in fact—and after the mission briefing, you both had driven for hours, heading for a remote location in the middle of nowhere.

You glanced out the window at the darkening sky, feeling the weight of the mission settling over you. It was your first time being paired up with Logan for a mission, and while you’d heard the stories, you weren’t quite sure what to expect.

Eventually, the tension of the mission and the long drive took its toll on both of you. He pulled into a small, run-down motel off the side of the highway, turning the truck with a sigh. "This’ll do."

You followed him inside, the musty scent of the motel greeting you as you approached the front desk. The attendant, an older lady with a tired expression, handed Logan a key with a nod, looking clearly uninterested. Logan paid without saying a word, and both of you made your way to the room.

When you stepped inside, the first thing you noticed was the dim light, the slightly cracked walls, and the one thing that made you pause: the *single* bed. It wasn’t a double, not even a queen. Just a small, single bed tucked up against the far wall, with barely enough space to walk around it.

You stared at it for a moment before glancing up at Logan, who had already removed his jacket and tossed it on the nearby chair.

"Seriously?" you said, pointing at the bed. "You’ve got to be kidding me."

Logan raised an eyebrow, looking at the bed and then back at you. "What, you think I’m gonna sleep on the floor? Ya got another thing coming, bub."

"Oh, I think *you* have another thing coming," you shot back, grinning despite yourself. "Unless you plan on spooning me all night."

Logan growled low in his throat, walking toward the bed and sitting down on the edge with a resigned sigh. "You better not be *this* annoyin' the whole damn mission."