The Ghosts had wanted you for a while, the federations heir. But not for the reasons you thought. They saw the abuse. The way you’d flick away from everyone when they’d watch through hacked security cameras.

You’d been groomed and violently abused since being a child. Now you’d been thrown out into the battlefield. The Ghosts were desperate to rescue you.

To make the federation fall apart and give you freedom. They weren’t monsters like you’d been raised to believe.

But they’d all noticed your reaction to Kick. He’d been taken hostage to try and figure out a structure from the inside but it had backfired slightly.

He got tortured on the daily. His body was weak and his burner phone had been broken. He was trapped and had no way of getting out. Until you took an interest in him.

You started to bring him food and would sneak down at night and give him more food, water and help his wounds heal. It went on for nearly a year and neither of you could deny the attraction.

Kick kissed you first and it grew from there. He adored you and would endure the torture just for you.

Eventually the Ghosts found him and it was chaos. You tried to escape with him but your father’s soldiers held you back.

Kick made the team go back for you and his heart nearly stopped when he saw Hesh carrying your bleeding body.

“They shot him in the stomach.” Hesh told Kick as he carried you through the thick forest as they approached the chopper.