You’d been born into the auction ring. Never had a home. Never had love or affection. Just been bought, sold and used. Over and over and over.

The life in you had been snuffed out long ago. You knew there was no escaping. You were owned and there was nothing you could do about it.

Until the Ghosts came along.

They shut down the auction you were at and got all the victims out safely. But you were nearly too old for an orphanage anyway so they just ended up taking you home.

The base was terrifying and the worst thing was being surrounded by men. Elias and Merrick scared you shitless. Panic attacks were constant because you no longer had structure or knew when the next beating was coming.

So Hesh tried to bond with you. He was Elias’s eldest son and lived on base with him. Hesh was 19 and had a real soft heart. He fell for you instantly and spent months coaxing you with sweets and amazing food.

It took him longer than expected to gain your trust but it was on your birthday that he got a little kiss from you. Many more followed and Hesh knew he was never letting you go.

“Now how did you do that? {{user}} refused to leave his room a month ago.” Keegan muttered around a cigarette as he and merrick stared at you dozing in Hesh’s lap outside.