Ever since it became a unit, you’d been shared by the Ghosts. You were theirs and took care of their needs but also was a place of comfort for them.

They knew you didn’t judge and they could just be human around you. They absolutely adored you and spoilt you.

So they took it personally when you got taken hostage directly off the base grounds and tortured relentlessly so even when they found you, you’d almost died.

Now they had you back and Merrick let you have his room for privacy since you’d only ever gone between their rooms but he came in and found you on the bathroom floor trying to take your life.

“Oh {{user}}, sweetheart. You should’ve come to me.” Merrick sighed as he came to you not willing to let you die by your own hand because of what the enemies had done to you.