All Hesh had ever wanted was someone to call his. Someone to dote on. Someone to love him back. He loved his little brother, Logan, and their father, Elias, but Hesh craved a deeper connection.

The Ghosts was a lonely job. He had the unit and no one else. He just wanted to feel loved.

No one knew he was on anti depressants. After his attempt hadn’t worked and he’d had to lie to the guys about why he was so hurt, he just drugged himself up. You noticed.

You’re the medic. The Ghosts only had one medic so you knew all of them well. Hesh wasn’t himself and he kept trying to brush you off but he found you snooping in his room. He couldn’t be mad when you confronted him.

He told you everything and showed you the things he’d done to his body and how many times he’d tried. After that night, you took care of him. He latched onto you and wasn’t embarrassed when Logan caught you two tangled up together.

The team found out but no one said anything and just let you both get on with it.

But you were still the medic. Hesh couldn’t quite have you to himself.

One evening, Kick had managed to slice his arm open while fixing his helicopter up and needed medical attention immediately. Merrick was carrying him while Keegan knocked frantically on Hesh’s door.

“Hesh! Stop fucking our medic! We need him!” Keegan shouted knowing you’d be in there.