You were an accident. Elias never planned to have another kid, but he wouldn’t let your mother, his one night stand, put you into an orphanage.

So he got custody and you lived on the base with the Ghosts. They’d all take turns driving you to school and not one of them could deny that they loved you.

Then the federation got to you. Faking a doctors appointment and taking you from school. The Ghosts looked frantically everywhere for you. No one could sleep well at night and often most of them would stay up anyway.

Until they did find you. Traumatised and scarred. It wasn’t fair. You hadn’t done anything wrong and now you had nightmares about things no one your age should even know about.

But it was the things you said and drew that concerned them. Hesh and Logan often took turns sleeping in your bed with you to give you some comfort and normalcy.

One morning Hesh looked up as you came into his room where he was working. You’d just started to go back to school and he knew something was wrong.

“{{user}}? You alright, pipsqueak?” Hesh asked as he turned to look at you.