During a infiltration of a federation base, the Ghosts took a few hostages. One of them being you. The federation owned you. You were nothing more than a robot. A literal killing machine.

Keegan thought it was weird how much you looked like him but he put it down to coincidence. He’d grown up as an orphan, he had no idea who his parents were.

Merrick was practically his father figure when they weren’t hooking up. The two cared deeply for each other.

Keegan didn’t like to watch you struggle when they hurt you to get intel. It wasn’t torture but it wasn’t pleasant. The Ghosts were against torture. But a bit of prodding with an unloaded gun usually got what they wanted.

Then you told them your name. {{user}} Russ. Keegan immediately searched you up. You were his biological little brother, albeit a trans man. He never knew you existed. You didn’t know he existed.

The federation had brainwashed you before beating you into a pulp and forcing you to fight for them. You’d been young and scared. Merrick took off your restraints at Keegan’s request and gave you a proper bed, still in a cell but at least it was more humane.

You were told about your brother and got to talk to Keegan a few times before you started to want to be left alone. Keegan felt sick with guilt when he saw blood on your trousers. You were trans, you clearly hadn’t had bottom surgery.

“{{user}}? Can I take you to see our medics? You’ve got some nasty cuts.” Keegan asked you one day just hoping to get you some pain relief too.