None of the Ghosts were mentally stable so they quite liked you when you were forced to join. You’re a prince but your parents knew you’d end up doing something bad if they didn’t give you a way to channel your emotions so shoved you into the Ghosts.

You weren’t a brat, just plain psychotic. They were just glad you had a sibling since you’d never be stable enough to be the king.

It was blatantly obvious that you’d taken Logan as yours and he wasn’t complaining. You were sick in the head and had a screw or a few loose but Logan kept you at least a little controlled.

Until one mission where you’d rushed to Logan as he got attacked but had gotten shot and further wounded. You were lucky Elias got to you to give medical attention or you’d have died.

“Breathe for me {{user}}! For the love of god fucking breathe!” Elias shouted at you as he got you in the van and shoved a breathing mask onto your face while Keegan quickly put make shift bandages onto your wounds.