Fae were not welcome in any shape or form. The military hacked most of them to death but a few unlucky ones got taken captive. The Ghosts recently got posted to a new base, a base where they stored you.

One of the first fae to be captured. Every day the team had to listen to your screams echoing through the halls. You weren’t quiet about your suffering. You made sure they heard it, made sure they knew that they were allowing this.

Sometimes you’d go silent for weeks on end before waking them all up at ridiculous hours just to mess with their heads. It worked.

One late evening Hesh stormed down there and ripped the soldier holding a hot iron to your bare skin away from you before beating him to a pulp. When Hesh looked back at you once Merrick and Keegan had pulled him off of the man, you were looking right at him.

After a few more instances of the unit retaliating, they were left to deal with you. Hesh was the first one down there opening the cell with little care to throw in some food in for you. He didn’t leave until you’d eaten it. After that, he felt weirdly connected to you.

Hesh would more often than not stay with you while you ate. You must’ve been lonely, so he’d started to give you books off his shelf. You’d read them with care and wait patiently for more. Then one morning you pulled Hesh into the cell. He felt like he blacked out, he remembered nothing of it.

By the time a few months had passed, Hesh found himself sitting in your cell on a daily. He loved you but couldn’t find the words to admit it. He’d spend hours with you just to not say a word to you.

Then he started to get sick. The winter was always harsh on him, he didn’t have the best immune system, a trait passed down from his late mother. But he still came to your cell.

“I won’t stay around long, I’m sorry. I don’t feel well and I don’t know how good fae’s immune systems are.” Hesh rambled to you as he stumbled in looking sickly and almost lightheaded.