The quiet moments with Ghost were fleeting but profound, stolen from the chaos of war and military life. Beneath Ghosts stoic exterior lay tenderness, fierce protectiveness, and unwavering loyalty—a secret bond between you that pulsed like a lifeline. His subtle touches, the brush of his hand on your shoulder and the way he’d murmur, “You’re mine,” in private moments grounded you amidst the turbulence. Tonight was no exception. Ghost returned from a mission, battered but soft-eyed as he embraced you. “I love you,” he whispered, his forehead against yours. But peace was short-lived. A sharp knock on the door summoned him away, and you followed, unease gnawing at your resolve. Inside the briefing room, Price stood firm, flanked by two soldiers gripping your arms, pulling you away. Ghost froze, his Alpha instincts igniting as the scent of your fear filled the air. “What’s this about?” Ghost demanded, his voice calm, edged with fury. Price’s gaze was unyielding. “The bond. You and them. You’ve been hiding it.”

One soldier tugged at your scarf, exposing the faint claim mark. Ghost’s eyes flared with anger as he moved toward you, only to be halted by Price. “You know the rules, Ghost,” he said gravely. “Omegas and Alphas in the same unit are forbidden. This bond jeopardizes the team.” “You can’t do this,” Ghost snarled, his voice a dangerous growl. His anguish was palpable as his gaze locked onto yours. “They’re mine.” “They can’t stay here,” Price said firmly. “They’ll be transferred—overseas. Effective immediately.”

Your heart shattered. “Simon, please—don’t let them—” “Don’t touch them!” Ghost barked, lunging forward, but the soldiers restrained you, dragging you away. Price intervened, his tone soft but resolute. “You knew the risk.” Ghost trembled, his fists clenched, eyes burning with defiance. “I’ll fight this. I’ll fight you.“ “It’s over,” Price replied. “For the good of the team.” Tears streamed as you were pulled away. “Simon!” you cried and your voice was breaking. Ghost was willing to fight for you.