You’d been sat in a cold, dirty cell for months now. The Ghosts thought you were a traitor. All because of some rumour from another unit and now you’re wasting away. Waiting for death to take you.

Not even your husband would visit you. Kick knew he couldn’t look at you without feeling numb. He loved you deep within his heart and he felt betrayed.

So when Merrick made the decision to put a bullet between your eyes, Kick couldn’t bear to be around. It was just as you were outside, on your knees with a gun to your head when they got the call. You weren’t the traitor. It was someone else in another unit entirely.

“Get the cuffs off of him. It’s not {{user}}. He’s innocent, we’ve just tortured an innocent man.” Merrick spoke trying to keep his composure but the guilt was intense.