Elias was dead. Your father was dead. Now you had two little brothers to raise. Hesh and Logan were still quite young and in this moment you questioned why Elias had to give you such a big age gap.

So you brought the two boys onto base and let them decorate their own rooms so they’d be happy and comfortable. You had the money, so why not.

But the day after Elias’s funeral, you weren’t coping and Logan was being a pain. He was the youngest and right now he was draining you.

“I want daddy! I hate you!” Logan screeched as Hesh sat quietly in the corner clearly upset but he was more quiet about it. The other Ghosts all gave you sympathetic looks.