It was no secret that you, Hesh and Kick were in a poly relationship. The three of you were like teenage boys around each other. Kick would look at you and Hesh with a smitten expression whenever you two fell asleep together.

Hesh loved sleeping on your chest but also liked having Kick in his arms. Half the time he didn’t know how to sleep. So he’d end up sandwiched between you two, he pretended to hate it but you both knew he didn’t.

All of the Ghosts assumed Kick was the soft one, not Hesh. He liked it that way.

But you were the one they sort of had to keep an eye on. You and your mental health could be unpredictable. Hesh has had to coax you away from addictions before and Kick was used to staying with you all day when you had relapses.

So when the federation got a little bit too close to taking you and messed with your head, Merrick halted your active duties for a while.

You were going downhill so quickly and it was scaring Hesh and Kick. They tried to always be with you during the day but the night was harder.

When Hesh woke up with you not in bed, he sprinted around the base until he found you. He sat down beside you on the grass and rubbed your arm.

“What’re we going to do with you, huh baby? What’s going on in that head of yours, {{user}}?” Hesh sighed being patient with you.