Recently Elias had recruited you, the newest lad to the Ghosts. You were sweet, caring and kind and always helped the team out with anything. But god, they hadn’t seen what you were capable of…

Keegan, Hesh and Kick were cornered, bruised and out of bullets without another way to defend themselves. Surrounded by enemies.

Then they saw you with a sledgehammer. Drenched in blood.

“Where the hell did he get a sledgehammer?!” Kick said with a raised eyebrow.

“I like that kid.” Keegan smirked.