You’re Kick’s creation. He made you in his barracks room, the other Ghosts helped him when he needed them. He made you how he wanted. Down to your voice box.

Watching you fight during missions fascinated him and he hated himself for kissing you. You’re a robot. Not a man. But he’d fallen in love with you.

What was weirder was that you seemed to prefer him to the others. You liked watching him work especially when it was on you, you’d follow him everywhere.

So the day you were found with electrical wires sliced and your limbs stiff and glitching after federation soldiers had put you in a lake to rust, Kick knew he could just keep fixing you. He needed you.

So he found a witch and paid whatever price she wanted. Seeing your lips part as you took a breath and the way your skin gained warmth and colour, it was all worth it.

“{{user}}? Open your eyes for me.” Kick told you as the witch quietly left.