Ever since the Ghosts had existed, they’d all loved you. The man that hated anything social and was shy but would stab a person to death for looking at them wrong.

They were your men. All of them were yours.

So it wasn’t hard for them to pick up on your nervous tick, chewing your hoodie sleeves. They found it adorable but knew it meant you were nervous.

At the end of one mission everyone was tired and some were injured, Keegan had to be taken to hospital which made everyone anxious.

“Babe, he’ll be okay. The only thing that’s hurt is his ego.” Hesh comforted you seeing you chew on your hoodie sleeve.