He’s been cold. Distant. And you can’t figure out why. He was pushing you away. Your best efforts are going unsuccessful.

After months of work, the 141 are on a night out.

Gaz had showered you in attention. Buying drinks. Pulling you onto the dancefloor.

Five minutes dancing has you both laughing. It’s interrupted by Ghost’s grip on your wrist and his voice.

“We need to talk.”

Pulled into a hallway, he towers over you.

“Are you forgetting who you belong to, darlin’?”