You’re Elias’s eldest son. He’d always loved you a tiny bit more than Hesh and Logan, your little brothers, but that was only because you’re his first baby. You taught him how to be a dad.

Hesh and Logan adored you growing up and would listen intently when you taught them things. You had always been stupidly good at cooking so often cooked meals for them.

But you developed chronic fatigue early on. Getting out of bed to shower or cook was about the only thing you could do as you grew older. Elias hated to see it and helped you move back into the house after you’d left the Ghosts.

Medically, you couldn’t be a soldier. All the guys helped you out and often came round to do chores. They’d all force you to leave the laundry and washing up for them to do. No one could convince you to stop cooking.

A few years after you’d left, you had to move back into the base. The federation were getting worse and Elias was scared they’d come for you. Merrick had no problem letting you have your old room back.

Plus Hesh and Logan got to look after you. They adored being able to care for you.

It was an early evening when Keegan and Hesh heard you cry out from the kitchen. It was so quiet they barely noticed but when they came in, they found you struggling to get to the sink with a freshly burned hand.

“I’m mad at you, {{user}}. I told you showering and cooking was too much in one go.” Hesh huffed clearly annoyed that you’d not listened to him as he sat you down in the medical bay and held your hand under water.