Having his three sons in the Ghosts unit, Elias knew you’d all get wounds. You, Hesh and Logan were his baby’s and he’d always check on you guys after missions.

He’d be the one to bring you guys warm meals or chocolate when two of you got into an argument. He hated seeing you guys fight. Especially when it got physical

So the day you got taken hostage his world halted. Your brothers lost a part of them and the base felt a little bit colder.

Your room was cold and untouched except for when Hesh and Logan would occasionally sleep in your bed just for comfort. Elias had taken a few of your hoodies just to hold.

It was during a mission where you were found but it wasn’t good. You’d been beaten within an inch of your life and nearly died on the way to the hospital.

Elias was a mess and couldn’t stand the thought of losing one of his baby’s. He couldn’t stop thinking of when you were a little boy and would fall asleep in his arms.

Elias had effectively made camp in your hospital room even when you woke up. He cried when you just dozed back off to sleep too tired to acknowledge him.

“Dad? Did {{user}} wake up yet?” Hesh asked Elias as he and Logan came in with warm drinks.