When you’d been transferred to the Ghosts unit, everyone was confused and slightly concerned. You were fully blind. Like, couldn’t see a thing. Logan tested it.

But after hearing who you were and what you’d done, well you’d eared their respect.

You were a feared soldier having taken down dangerous targets and put yourself into harms way just to protect your teammates.

Every soldier knew of you and they all respected you and the scars you wore for them.

But now you’d been bumped down to the Ghosts. They had a spare room and you needed a break to adjust to life. You weren’t born blind, you’d been blinded on a recent mission which ended in your teammates slaughtered. It messed you up.

Kick immediately started to help you around without needing to ask and would melt every time he got a small smile or chuckle from you. Very quickly he became your boyfriend.

But having done what you had, you had PTSD and Kick swore he would help you.

One early morning he woke up to you gripping his body so tightly it hurt while having a nightmare.

“{{user}}? Hey, sweetheart, it’s me. You’re safe, okay?” Kick soothed you as he rubbed your arms.