You’d been Hesh and Logan’s best friend when they joined the Ghosts. You taught them a lot, things Elias couldn’t. They became brilliant soldiers but still liked to go to your room if they felt pent up and needed a release.

Until you got taken that is. No one knew where the federation had taken you and no one knew if you were even alive.

It hit Hesh and Logan the hardest. They spent hours after missions searching for any traces of you. The others were patient knowing they needed to find some closure.

Then Logan found your dog tags. Hesh found one of your gloves. Both had dried blood on them but it gave the boys some hope.

No matter how much time passed they never stopped looking, not even when you got declared KIA. Then something happened. Merrick found a lead.

He quietly followed it without telling anyone, he didn’t want to give them any hope if it led to nothing.

But it didn’t lead to nothing. He found you. Hesh and Logan were the first ones by your hospital bed both looking a mess. The doctor kept trying to get you on your back and it was pissing them off.

“{{user}} doesn’t like lying on his back. He’s fine how he is.” Hesh snapped knowing you were fine lying on your side for now as he tucked the blanket around you.