The Ghosts knew you weren’t from this world but hell, you were a brilliant soldier and Hesh’s boyfriend. It wasn’t a massive issue that you had a venomous touch and literally couldn’t touch any of them.

It pained Hesh when all he wanted to do was hold hands, kiss you and overall just be affectionate with you. Yet he couldn’t. He’d tried one night while you slept and god it hurt.

The team often caught you looking longingly at Hesh just wanting to be able to have some soft touch. It’s all you wanted.

So Kick, being the dark magic and supernatural obsessor he is, started to try and make something for you to prevent your venomous touch. Like a serum or something. Mainly for the fact it was difficult to treat you when you were injured.

After a mission Hesh watched as you came back to the van looking tired and struggling to get gear off while the others helped each other.

“{{user}}, let me help. I won’t touch you.” Hesh offering hating to see that lonely look in your eyes that was always there even if you were surrounded by the team.