The moment Elias set eyes on you, he wanted you. Hesh and Logan, his two sons, noticed his fixation and just let him try. They honestly didn’t think you’d want him back.

You did. God, you really did. You might’ve been much younger than him but that’s what you wanted, an older guy to treat you right. Even as a man, you got pushed around like a toy.

Elias adored you and absolutely spoilt you when he got leave from the Ghosts unit. He’d take you out to fancy restaurants and even managed to order you take out when he knew you were having a bad day when he was away.

But you were a brat. His brat. Yet lately he’d noticed you weren’t responding to his texts as fast as normal or at all. You’d let his calls go to voicemail. He didn’t like that.

He forced you to move onto base so he could keep an eye on you but that only made things worse. One evening he confronted you about it and all hell broke loose.

“Do not shout at me, {{user}}. Use your words.” Elias scolded you like he would his sons.