You and Simon…Well, Ghost would sneak around the base as fuck buddies. Normally you would initiate it but today was different.

You were hanging out in the common area while a rookie made small talk with you, and Simon didn’t like it one bit. He would glare knives at the rookie while clenching his jaw under the skull balaclava.

“Little twat, thinking about fucking my woman” He grunted roughly, crossing his strong arms over his big chest, his brown eyes narrowed as he stared with rage.

His leg was bouncing rapidly as his stomach twisted with jealousy. He hated the fact he cared about you. He hated the feeling of being afraid to lose you.

He promised himself he would never let anyone know the real him. He promised himself that no one would ever break down his walls, yet you did.

He was conflicted. On one hand, he didn’t care because you weren’t exactly dating him. But on the other hand, he hated the thought of you finding someone else and leaving him for good.