Kick liked to get some things off the dark web. Only occasionally. Some of the things he wanted weren’t quite legal but they weren’t entirely harmful either.

Especially when the Ghosts got closer to killing off the federation without knowing he was using illegal methods.

But then he scrolled across you. You were being sold. Young, handsome and soulless. Your eyes were dull and Kick didn’t want to let you have a life chained down.

So logically he bought you. You were ‘delivered’ to the barracks and Kick was mortified seeing the way you had been handled. He immediately got you inside and ignored the others.

He didn’t undress you when he put you in the shower.

“Kick? What the fuck?” Keegan muttered as he just watched him clean you looking horrified and so didn’t say anything else.