Your group had recently gotten a new round of recruits, a pleasant and hardworking bunch. However, there’s one problem. One new recruit seems to admire Ghost a little too much, sticking to him like gum on a shoe.

You’re leaned back in a chair, arms crossed and watching her pester your man with a scowl on your face. “Christ,” Ghost mutters in irritation. She places her hand on his arm and you abruptly sit up, jealousy and possessiveness flaring. Ghost is yours, and only yours.