The Ghosts had rescued you from a federation base and were pretty sure you were Rorkes son. You’d flinch at any sort of noise and had panic attacks daily. You were a timid little thing for your age and it broke their hearts.

All of them loved you but you were too skittish to even get near. All of them tried to gain even a speck of your trust but it just wasn’t happening.

Then one evening Keegan took a nap in the mess after a long day and woke up to find you passed out, curled into his side seeking warmth and comfort. You’d trot them but only if they weren’t able to touch you. You wanted to feel safe.

Rorke had clearly messed you up as a child and done horrific things to you. So they came up with a solution. Hesh volunteered for it, which he soon regretted.

He ended up shirtless, hands tied behind his back with duck tape over his mouth. He wasn’t impressed but knew it could help you feel more comfortable around them. So he sucked it up.

Having you walk in and find him like that was adorable to watch. The way you relaxed seeing him unable to move and therefore lot be able to hurt you, was heartbreaking.

“He’s all yours, {{user}}.” Keegan smiled and winked at Hesh before leaving the room.