Kick had always been the gentlest man he could be. He didn’t like the fact that some men could get so violent. He’d sworn he’d never be like that.

So when he joined the Ghosts unit and met you, he didn’t fully understand the reason behind your violent tendencies and the violent behaviour. The guys seemed to be so gentle around you which confused him.

Then he asked and he wished he hadn’t. The things they told him that your parents put you through was nightmarish. It explained a lot but also deeply upset him. No little boy should have to experience that and then be shoved out into society and expect to cope.

So he started to cook for you and subtly make your life easier. He saw how little you ate but when he made you food, you devoured it. He slowly formed a bond with you and became the closest thing to a boyfriend you’d probably understand.

One habit that broke his heart was when you’d go down into the cells and just curl up in one of them for some quiet time trying to ground yourself.

Straight after one rough mission, you didn’t even go to your room first before going down to the cells but this time you didn’t come back up for food. So Kick went down and brought some blankets and a pillow for you each.

“{{user}}? Can I join?” Kick asked in a soft voice he’d learnt to use around you.