You’d been Rorke’s executioner for years. He’d sent you to murder soldiers he wanted out of his way without a care for you or the wounds you received. You always got the job done.

You were numb to it. Never answered back. Never second guessed things.

Until the Ghosts unit.

Rorke had kept Logan as his pet for only a few months but when he got rescued by the Ghosts, he made them rescue you too. You didn’t understand why but didn’t question it.

At the base Kick tended to an infection in your calf while asking about you. He had no idea who you were until you started to tell him what Rorke made you do. He called Merrick and Elias in very quickly.

Merrick took a liking of you very fast, you held back nothing and gave him any intel he wanted. It helped that Rorke had gotten complacent around you.

Kick spent a lot of time with you since you now shared a barracks room with him and he rather liked your company. When he started to talk out loud about a new tattoo he wanted, you offered to do it for him.

Keegan lent you his supplies and Kick was very happy with the result. The way you checked on it every day made him swoon so hard he didn’t have time to catch himself before he fell in love with you.

The others only found out about the relationship when they caught him with his lips on yours completely unaware that others were around.

Eventually Merrick asked whether you’d like to join the unit and he had to call Kick in to calm you down from a severe panic attack. You didn’t want to kill anymore. You’d found your safe space and didn’t want to leave it.

Although Kick did have to still go on missions which he felt guilty about but the moment he got back he was heading straight to the gym knowing you’d be in there.

“Are you sure you should be lifting that without a spotter, {{user}}?” Kick scolded you with a grin as he found you benching a stupid amount of weight.