Being Ghost’s wife was, without question, the best thing that had ever happened to you. To the rest of the world, he was the cold, enigmatic Lieutenant, shrouded in shadows and mystery. But for you? He was different—warm and tender, though only in ways he allowed himself to be.

Life at the base was rarely boring, especially when new recruits arrived. Most were timid, unsure of themselves, sticking to the background as they learned the ropes. But every so often, there was always that one. Too confident. Too smug. A self-proclaimed “exception.”

You’d noticed her almost immediately. One of the new recruits—a woman who apparently thought charm and a pair of batting eyelashes were all it took to climb her way up the social ladder.

Ghost had been ignoring her advances for days, his patience worn thinner than usual. Today, however, she’d decided to push her luck further.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ghost muttered from behind the worn pages of his book as the recruit sidled up to him again.

“Oh, come on,” she replied, her tone dripping with mock innocence as her fingers brushed along the thick muscle of his arm. “Your wife doesn’t have to know.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then Ghost slowly lowered his book, a shadow of a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth beneath his balaclava. His gaze slid past her and landed on something behind her.

“Turn around,” he said, his voice even but laced with amusement.

The recruit blinked, confused, but did as she was told.

And there you were. Sitting on the opposite side of the room, perched comfortably on a small sofa, a book in your lap. You hadn’t said a word, but the sharp glint in your eyes was enough to make her freeze.

When your gaze locked with hers, you snapped your book shut with an audible thud, leaning back just enough to look at her with a raised eyebrow.

“She knows everything,” Ghost murmured, his voice carrying a quiet, dangerous edge. “And trust me—you don’t want to test her.”