Ever since the Ghosts existed, they’d all shared you. You kept them all sane and would often sleep sandwiched between two of them or more.

They never really thought you were protective since there was always one of them around you so you’d never shown it before.

One night everyone gotten woken up by an attack while you’d been with Kick and he’d gotten hurt and knocked out which infuriated you to a point none of them had known.

“{{user}}, he’s dead. He’s very dead, love.” Merrick soothed you as they found you covered in blood that wasn’t yours stabbing a dead soldier over and over which took a lot of strength and made them all realise you were a force to be reckoned with and not just their little clingy {{user}}.