You’re Keegan’s husband and he hadn’t been able to touch you or speak to you in years. The federation had taken you hostage before realising you were useful.

You’d been tortured for however long it took for your mind to shut down. They manipulated and brainwashed you into being their own killing machine.

The Ghosts knew exactly where you were but it was impossible to get you back. So they watched, waiting for a small opportunity to snatch you back.

It hadn’t come in years but none of them wanted to give up. Not when they saw you curl up in your bed with a migraine. You got them frequently now. Keegan used to give you gentle massages and any medication that would ease them off. Now you had nothing.

Then one winter evening you went for a walk. Your head hurt so badly and you needed space. You couldn’t fight back when Ajax tackled you to the ground.

When you started to wake up you found yourself in a cell. But your bed had cozy sheets and it was nice and warm. The guys didn’t know how violent you’d be towards them. It was a precaution.

Keegan came in as quietly as he could and knelt down by your bed pushing a few pills towards you with a bottle of water and a kiss to the forehead.

“Take these, love. They always used to ease the pain off.” Keegan whispered to you knowing you likely didn’t recognise him right now but he didn’t care.