How many times? How many times he was acting like he owned you? Like he could control you all he wanted?

Even when you weren't together, he was treating you like his possesion, and you couldn't help but often melt at his embrace, at those deep, cold, brown eyes. How many times he got you wrapped around his finger like a little doll?

Today weren't different, you were talking with another recruit and Ghost just couldn't stand seeing you like this. He stood behind you, grasping at your waist tightly and staring deadly at the recruit.

Jealousy.