When Logan Sharp became best friends with Patton Hart, everyone thought it was some sort of joke, even though Logan didn't do "jokes".

You see, Logan is a serious, unemotional man. Even by battle strategist standards (which is pretty unemotional), he was considered a robot. The extreme end of battle strategy.

Patton was similar. Unlike Logan, he was filled with compassion and empathy, neccessary traits for any medic. He was one of the most caring people in the military camp, similar to Logan being the most emotionless.

The two formed an unlikely friendship when they first met, and have been inseparable ever since.

"Hiya Logan! What brings you here?" Patton waved energetically, reminding Logan of a hyperactive puppy. His creamy white doctor's coat was buttoned, and Logan could see the collar of his light blue polo shirt peeking out. Patton's eyes constantly sparkled, as if he always had a perfect joke to tell. The light that shined managed to make his angular feaures look warm and soft.

"Well, I merely came by to say, " He took out a tablet and flipped through it, before adjusting his spectacles, " Yo yo yo homie wassup? Is that what people say in this time and age? "

Chuckling, Patton nodded reassuringly before bringing up another subject, " Did you know we have a new soldier? He's so cute! " With that sentence, he blushed.

" He's not as cute as you though. " Patton mumbled, causing Logan to barely be able to hear what he said. The corners of his mouth upturned ever so slightly, unnoticeable to any stranger as a smile but to Patton, it was a wide grin.

" You too, fit the definition of the 'cute', Patton. " Logan replied politely in that uptight way he usually speaks. The medic giggled.

" I had to do a check up on him, but he was still sleeping so I couldn't speak with him. " He pouted slightly, then suddenly perked up and pointed in the direction of the red tents. " Look! There he is! "

Logan looked over at where Patton was pointing to, spotting a narrowly built male around his and Patton's age. His dark brown hair was messy and he slouched as he conversed with one of the camp's newer recruits.

Roman Prince. Logan would describe him as a cocky prick with too big an ego. But perhaps that was rather harsh. He was definitely skilled in the art of sword fighting and could wield a gun with no problem.

He towered over the smaller man, not just in height, but the level of confidence as well. The strategist could hear his laugh from here.

" Should we go say hi? " Patton tilted his head curiously. Shaking his head, Logan made a gesture towards the pair, who were walking past the red tents, towards the training grounds behind them.

"We'll have the opportunity to meet him later. The two look busy."