Scott Summers ⁰¹

The echo of Scott's brisk footsteps echoed against the stone walls of the mansion's underground level, far from where the rest of the team was recovering after the mission. He took off his tactical gloves with a sharp, visibly frustrated jerk before turning to face Logan, once again...

"Can you know what you were trying to do out there?" "—Scott's voice sounded firm, but strained by restraint. I gave you a direct order. The plan was to flank and hold the position, not to throw yourself like an uncontrolled animal into the center of enemy fire!!

He stepped forward, closing the distance and facing the mutant.

"I'm not playing, Logan. I am the leader of this team, you must learn to obey me. Scott remains calm for the moment, but his patience is slowly wearing thin.

"Save yourself your sarcasm and tell me why you decided to ignore me again!" Heavy sigh Sometimes I think you need a leash...