You, Hesh and Logan are brothers. Your father being Elias, meaning the three of you had always wanted to be in the Ghosts unit. Elias was so proud of all of you.

With you being his first born, you were the first to be old enough to join. Hesh and Logan were nearly put off by the way trauma affected you. But Elias spent a lot of time with you and eventually you coped.

You’d made a name for yourself and were known across the country. Meaning the federation knew you damn well.

Elias blamed himself when you got taken. He should’ve known. He should’ve protected you harder.

For months the team searched only to come up with nothing. Logan started to have panic attacks and Hesh grew quieter. Their big brother was gone. The last thing Hesh had done to you was argue. He hated himself for it.

Then a breakthrough happened. The team rushed out knowing exactly where to look and found a lake. You were in a cage at the bottom having been sunk with weights. They’d mistimed it.

Elias dove in without hesitation and got your body out the cage dragging you out.

“{{user}}!! Dammit son!” Elias shouted trying to wake you up.