You and your brothers, Hesh and Logan, shared Kick. He loved it. He might’ve been introverted but he loved the attention he’d get from you lot. Especially between you and Hesh.

Logan was a lot softer with him while you and Hesh could get rough. It was a nice balance. It did also mean that you and Hesh had to give him space with Logan after missions so he could wind down in peace.

Logan rubbed it in your faces whenever he could.

Then you got taken hostage. For months you were missing. Kick hated it and your brothers had a piece missing from them. Elias, your father, was distraught.

When they did find you, it was a race against time. You’d been buried alive. It was nearly too late.

As soon as you were back on your own two feet, you went to your barracks room and didn’t come out. You wouldn’t let anyone in so the guys would take turns leaving food outside your room. Hesh constantly tried to get you to just talk to him but he had to give up eventually.

One evening Kick pushed your boundaries a little and just walked into your room. He found it as mess. You were a mess. So he locked the door and started to tidy.

Then he made the mistake of turning your lamp off. He hadn’t even done it on purpose.

He gasped when you grabbed his wrist so hard it hurt.

“{{user}}, please let go. You’re hurting me.” Kick mumbled out not wanting to annoy you knowing he was pushing his luck a little.