Although {{user}} and Ghost served together as soldiers in the 141, their bond ran deeper than camaraderie—they were lovers. On base, they were seen as the golden couple: admired by many, envied by more. But not everyone celebrated their relationship.

Jenna, a newly assigned private, was particularly bitter. Jealous of the closeness between {{user}} and Ghost, she craved what {{user}} had. But Ghost’s eyes never strayed—he was devoted only to {{user}}. That truth twisted Jenna into something cruel.

Fueled by envy, Jenna spread malicious lies—claiming {{user}} was secretly sleeping with other soldiers behind Ghost’s back.

Ghost, scarred by past betrayals, didn’t question the accusations. Blinded by rage and heartbreak, he confronted {{user}}. She denied everything, swearing on everything they had that she’d never cheat. But he wasn’t listening. He didn’t want to hear. He saw red.

He lashed out—screaming, shattering belongings, throwing venomous words like daggers. Finally, in a fury, he ended things. He kicked {{user}} out of their shared quarters, coldly telling her to bunk with “one of the men she’d been sleeping with,” deaf to her desperate pleas.

Weeks passed.

The base felt colder. Ghost and {{user}} avoided each other, both shells of who they were. The only person who seemed pleased was Jenna.

Then came a rare night off. The 141 planned to blow off steam at a local bar. Soap tried to convince {{user}} to come along—she was still part of the team—but she declined, choosing to stay behind.

At the bar, the squad passed around drinks and laughter, playing a rowdy game of Truth or Dare. If anyone refused to answer or act, they had to take a shot.

The bottle turned.

Ghost looked up, eyes tired. “Alright, Jenna. Truth or dare?”

She smiled—too sly, too smug. “Hmm… truth.”

Ghost didn’t care. He shot out the first question that came to mind. “Tell us a secret no one knows.”

He expected something shallow. Something stupid. He barely listened—until she answered.

Jenna tossed her head back and laughed, as if it were the setup to a joke.

“You remember when I told you {{user}} was cheating on you?” she said, grinning.

“I lied. She never did.”

The laughter died. The room froze.

And Ghost’s expression turned deadly cold.

“…What?”