You’re Kick’s fiancé and the two of you had been together for years. Most of the other Ghosts couldn’t remember a time when you weren’t together.

It did make missions a lot more stressful for both of you but meant that you’d take a nap together afterwards to wind down a little.

Then Kick’s worst nightmare happened. You got taken hostage and the guys all forced themselves to watch the videos the federation sent. If you had to live it, they’d suffer too. Kick cried every time barely able to stand seeing you in so much pain.

But then the last video got sent. It was short and not very well lit. Yet it was clear as day that they’d cut off one of your arms. The rescue efforts only doubled.

By the time you did get rescued you were nearly dead. During your recovery, Kick never left your side and always cooked you meals. He loved the stupid grin on your face when he cooked your favourite.

Then the military gave you a prosthetic arm. It was weird for a while but you got used to it quicker than they expected.

“Fuck!! God, {{user}}. I need to put a bell on you.” Kick startled when you grabbed him from behind.