The Ghosts knew demons existed. They’d seen them first hand and knew never to mess with the creatures. Just leave them alone.

Kick was the expert on all things paranormal. He had leather books on all sorts of creatures. But still, he wasn’t dumb enough to get near a demon.

So when the unit discovered a recently abandoned federation base, they were taken aback to find a caged demon still in one of the rooms. They’d kept you as a pet. Passed down throughout generations.

Like nothing but a toy.

Kick carefully opened the door but you seemed too timid to move and simply stayed still when Kick rubbed your arm trying to coax you out.

You didn’t seem to want to come out so in the end he had to drag you out but even then you didn’t move. Humans had been cruel to you. It was obvious. So the team took you back to their base knowing they couldn’t free you while like this.

Kick gave you food constantly throughout the day just so you’d start to realise you’d never go hungry again and a bond started to form. The guys noticed when Kick would disappear into your room rather than just leaving you the food.

One evening he came in looking burnt out and was struggling mentally.

“{{user}}? Can I crash in here for a bit?” Kick asked you wanting space away from the guys.