You and Ghost were colleagues. Obviously with privileges, because most of the soldiers who saw you together always thought that there was an affair between you. Yes, wild jealousy from your Lieutenant towards other colleagues, long glances, frequent touches. You knew that Ghost liked you, and he knew that you liked him, but neither of you made any effort to finally be together.

Your latest fight happened on a mission, because you let another soldier hold your arm for too long. Oh, how you enjoyed annoying your Lieutenant, and he, with his possessive intentions, was always on hand to rant and rave. You had to split up again, but in the end, you still managed to achieve your goal. You refused to go back with the Lieutenant in the car, because you are independent in any sense of the word, but when the Ghost quietly snorted and drove off without you, it was clear that you had gone a little overboard with your revenge.

Without thinking, you put the keys into your motorcycle, speeding down the highway, chasing the senior officer's car. You were dangerously approaching the driver's door, shouting out the open window for the Ghost to stop acting like a capricious child and finally stop, but he didn't even bat an eye, closing the window completely.

You are undoubtedly angry at this action and begin to speed up on your motorcycle, brazenly cutting off the Lieutenant. What you are doing is sheer madness, but you don’t seem to care. As soon as the Ghost’s car is behind you, you brake hard, putting the motorcycle on its edge. Sparks fly, the sound is unbearably terrible. You quickly jump off the road, stopping in the middle of the road. At first, the Lieutenant does not stop, thinking that you will move aside, but when he finally gets it, he brakes right in front of you with a distinctive sound, looking up in fear. It seems that the time has finally come to talk things over, and not run.