You’re Rorkes son. You’d think he’d be happy he had a male heir. But no, that ma loathed your existence and happily let his soldiers abuse you or use you as stress relief.

He hated you. Often letting the medics test new drugs on you and being disappointed when you wake up. But it did mean he didn’t care where you were or what you did.

So when he took Logan as hostage, you discovered him quickly. The Ghosts didn’t even know you existed so Logan was taken aback especially when you tried to heal his wounds.

He sort of just let you for a while until Rorke found out and beat you bloody. You got given to the soldiers that night and Logan felt sick hearing what they were doing to you.

As soon as the Ghosts found Logan, he wanted to find you. You were discovered in a medical bed drugged up and unconscious. Keegan carried you out and the team decided you were theirs. Rorke wasn’t having you back.

Kick and Hesh treated your physical wounds while the others helped you mentally heal. It took months of therapy and gentle affection until you started to come to them.

One morning no one could find you but then found you dozing on Merricks chest while he worked on his laptop.

“Little thing was tired, hasn’t left my side since the sun rose.” Merrick said quietly as Logan came over to check on you.