You’d been dumped at the Ghosts base. Literally. Merrick needed another soldier and you got delivered. With dead eyes and more baggage than Keegan.

They all tried to be friendly to you but the scars on your body suggested that you weren’t a people person. You only came out of the barracks for food or to work out.

Elias worked out what you liked and hand cooked some meals for you. You left sweets out for him and he found it adorable. Especially when you left a note asking for his spaghetti bolognaise.

His fatherly instincts were going mad for you and adored the fact you didn’t walk away from him anymore. You even let him into your room once. It was oddly domestic seeing you in baggy clothes with some band posters on the walls. He swooned at the little house plant you had.

But seeing you on the battlefield for the first time? It made all of them realise what you were capable of and the trauma you must have. You’d clearly been trained from a very, very young age and flinched when Merrick approached you after the mission.

You’d gotten wounded on your thigh but downright refused to sit down or let Kick look at it. You didn’t show weakness. Elias caught on. You were one of the soldiers that had been taken as a child. You’d been bred on purpose. You never got a choice.

Once back at the base, Elias made you a big bowl of spaghetti to keep you quiet while he dealt with your wound. But things escalated when he kissed your knee and let his hand wander up your leg. Elias took you and he was never giving you back.

He went out and bought you new pyjamas the next day since he’d ruined yours. He’d gained your trust and he was going to treasure it.

“Do they fit, {{user}}? I can take them back and get another size, love.” Elias asked as he knocked on the bathroom door after you’d been a while.