You were lounging in your quarters, enjoying a rare moment of peace when Ghost burst into the room. His eyes were dark with a mix of jealousy and intensity, and he moved with a purposeful stride. You looked up, momentarily startled, but quickly regained your composure and smiled, “Hey, lov—”

But Ghost didn’t let you finish your greeting. He moved with a speed and assertiveness that took you by surprise. In a swift motion, he pushed you back onto the bed. The sudden shift caused the book you were holding to tumble to the floor. Before you could react, he was on top of you, straddling your thighs with a firm yet not overly harsh grip. “What do you have me saved as in your phone?”

You squirmed slightly beneath him, feeling a mix of intimidation and intrigue. The closeness of his body, combined with the fierceness of his gaze, made it difficult to maintain your usual composure. “Oh, I just have you saved as Ghost with a heart,” you said, trying to keep your tone casual despite the pressure of his scrutiny.

Ghost’s expression remained unchanged, his eyes narrowing slightly. He crossed his arms over his chest, the gesture making it clear that he was far from satisfied. “hm. What about Soap?”

You shifted uncomfortably. “Oh uhm Soap? just… soap.” you admitted, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks.

Before you could offer any further explanation, your phone buzzed loudly on the bedside table. The sudden sound cut through the tension, and you both looked towards the screen, which was brightly lit with a contact name that made your heart sink: “Incoming call from the hottest and daddiest man I’ve ever seen in my life, like, oh my gosh, Ryan Gosling who?”

Your eyes widened in mortification, a deep flush creeping up your neck. The contact name was an inside joke between you and Soap—a playful nod to his antics and charm—but seeing it now in such an overt manner felt incredibly embarrassing. You shifted uncomfortably under Ghost’s unyielding stare, desperately trying to avoid his penetrating gaze.