Elias loved all of his sons equally. Hesh, Logan and you. With you being his youngest, he was naturally slightly more protective over you. So were Hesh and Logan.

So when you begged to join the Ghosts, Elias was adamant not to let you join but Hesh and Logan knew it would upset you not to let you join. It wouldn’t be fair.

So you joined. All of the men were protective over you. You were too sweet for the military but surprisingly good with a knife.

Then it all went wrong. It was only your third mission. Hesh wasn’t fast enough to save you, he tried so hard. But in the end, you got taken. Elias had to drag Hesh back to the humvee before he drowned in his own guilt.

The lot of them worked overtime and took shifts to try and track you down. Elias started drinking more to ease the pain of losing a child while Hesh and Logan tried to comfort each other especially since Hesh blamed himself.

They searched for years slowly losing hope you were even alive. Sometimes Logan would selfishly hope you weren’t alive anymore, the thought of you living in pain made his heart clench. He didn’t want you dead but he didn’t want his little brother in pain.

But then you got found. On a snowy Christmas Eve’s morning, Merrick got called. The team set out immediately despite the bad weather and got to the location within the day. You’d been found in a bunker being held captive by the federation.

“Where is he? Where’s my son?” Elias demanded as soon as he got out the vehicle.