Kick was a no nonsense type of man which made the other Ghosts a teeny bit weary of him. He might’ve been the shortest member of the unit but he was the most respected having come from a secretive background.

He’d saved their asses so many times that leaving him behind on a mission gone wrong felt like betrayal. But Kick had yelled at Merrick to just go. He’d be fine is what he told himself. He was a big boy.

He just didn’t plan on getting himself in a vampires path. You found him and simply tilted your head as he aimed his loaded gun at you.

He loathed that you took pity on him and kept bringing him food. So you gave up being nice and fed off of his blood. Kick hated that he liked it. He let you do it and eventually started to eat the food you brought him since he didn’t want to get too skinny.

He started to talk to you and ironically you were both grumpy guys but you two got along swimmingly. So much so that when the Ghosts found him, he was hesitant to leave you. You promised you’d find him and he left with the Ghosts who didn’t dare ask.

For months Kick looked for you and went for long walks but he gave up. You’d moved on. You didn’t love him and he was stupid for believing a vampire would want a human.

One early morning before the sun had come up, he woke up to a ruckus and saw a figure in his room. His immediate reaction was violence.

“Get out and maybe I won’t spill your brains.” Kick threatened not realising it was you.