Twenty minutes ago, Ghost had been arguing with you in his room.

Five minutes ago, you walked to the hangar bay. Deciding to flirt with the pilot that was infatuated with you. Wanting to make Ghost jealous.

And jealousy coursed through him as he carried you, over his shoulder to his office. Placing you down on your feet once inside.

"What the f-ck was that?"

Possessiveness beneath each word he speaks. Feeling a desperate need to remind you exactly who you belong to.