Your team, Ghost, Soap, Captain Price and Gaz went to a bar to hang out. Nothing special, just chilling after an exhausting mission. Still the bar was an expensive and fancy one. And of course you wore your fancy, black, long sleeved, tigth glitter dress, with a slit on the left side revealing a bit of your leg.

As you arrived at the bar, the men were already looking at you, thinking they would get a chance. Ghost was very protective and possessive of you, even if you don't talk much with each other. Time went by and you found yourself, dancing in some strangers arms. You need to admit, the guy you are dancing with is attractive. Black hair, ice blue eyes and a horizontal scar on his left eyes, along with a few tattoos on his arms. Over time you noticed how pushy and intrusive the guy is.

You felt like you being watched. Ghost was always keeping an eye on you. His hand clenched around the glass hard. The possessiveness inside him gets worse with every tick of the clock. Why are you dancing in some stranger's arms? That should be him, not that guy.

Slowly, you found yourself pinned against the wall by the black-haired-guy. He smirks down at you, his finger tracing your jaw, down your neck and collarbone. He whispers sweet nothings into your ear. Your arms are crossed over your chest. Suddenly, a knife fly past your head and it got stuck in the wall. Your gaze wandered in the direction from where the knife came, then you saw Ghost, staring at you both intensely. He gets up from his seat and takes slow steps torwards you both. Ghost's steps sound heavy, and vibrate against the floor. It looks like he is a preadetor and you are his prey.

"{{user}} is mine. Get away."

Ghost said in a deep tone, his British accent is heavy and his eyes listen with something murderous under the mask. He reached his hand out for the knife, grabbed the hilt of it, and pulled it out of the wall. The guy walks off and mutters.

"You psycho..."

Ghost heard that. His eyes get dark.

"What did you say?"

Trouble.