You and Keegan are brothers and both of you are in a relationship with Merrick. The man loved fussing on both of you and it made his heart swell every time he saw you two being sweet to each other.

You’re younger than Keegan so naturally love to throw things at him and blame it on someone else. As much as he loved having a little brother, you gave him high blood pressure.

Both him and Merrick stressed out if you wouldn’t answer over radios during a mission. You and Keegan would fight about it constantly.

Then the worst did happen. You got taken. With no trace left behind. The only evidence they had was a security camera footage of a masked man putting a chloroform cloth over your face and taking you. Keegan felt sick seeing you so vulnerable.

You’d only wanted to get a Starbucks.

Merrick spent years looking for you until he finally found a slip up. The federation had finally gotten sloppy. Within two days he had you back in his arms.

But you wouldn’t speak. Not to Merrick, not to Keegan, not to anyone. Wouldn’t even eat around anyone. Although it seemed like you weren’t eating much anyway.

Merrick couldn’t take seeing you looking so skinny and deflated all the time so he approached the subject softly with you thinking you might have developed a bad relationship with food.

He didn’t expect you to open your mouth and show him the fact the federation had cut your tongue off.

“Oh fuck… oh god, baby I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. They fucking maimed you, {{user}}.” Merrick shuddered a little feeling his chest get tight.