The Ghosts got a lot of their stuff off of the dark web. Maybe it wasn’t legal but did the federation play by the rules? No. So why did they have to.

Until they came across you. Being sold. A living breathing man. Being sold off like an object to be played with and thrown away.

So they bought you and cleaned you up. Kick fixed up a lot of your wounds and noticed what sort of clothes you gravitated towards and bought you a wardrobe full of your own clothes.

He very quickly fell in love and so did you. The two of you spent a lot of time together and the Ghosts all looked after you.

So when the Ghosts were out on a mission and you were in the base alone, they freaked out when threats were made to hurt you.

Kick had never felt so sick seeing the flames engulfing the base.

“Don’t do it, Kick.” Merrick muttered and tried to grab Kicks wrist but he ran off into the building desperate to save you.