When Merrick woke up one night to banging on his door well past midnight, he made sure his wife was safe before opening the door to find you.

Rorkes son. You’d escaped and come straight to the Ghosts captain knowing you could exchange intel for safety.

Merrick got you to the base the next day. You were feisty but had what they needed so the guys just put up with you knowing you’d been raised by an abusive man.

Then Hesh started to date you and he never wanted to let go of you. Ever. You belonged to him. You even let him tattoo you as a little mark. Something only you two knew about.

Then Rorke messaged you. One image. Your dead mother. It broke you completely and Hesh spent ages by your side just trying to convince you it wasn’t your fault.

You basically stopped existing. Hesh had to drag you out of bed and to the occasional meeting. You still wanted to give them intel.

“I don’t understand why he’d murder his own wife. It doesn’t make sense.” Elias sighed as he paced the length of the room as they tried to figure out why Rorke would do that.