You weren't insecure in your relationship, you knew Ghost loved you. But then Michelle came along. A rookie. Someone new, exciting. An insufferable pick me. He started talking to her more, training with her, she'd act small and dainty and cute, and all the men were eating it up, including Ghost.

There was only so much you could take.

"It's good," He hummed with a soft smile as he tried your specially made stew. He thought it was very sweet that you made this romantic candlelight dinner just for him. "What is it?"

"You've had it before," you responded softly, watching him intently. You'd never seem him kiss Michelle, but you absolutely suspected it, and it hurt. "Really?" He raised an eyebrow, contemplating as you nodded. "What kinda meat is it because the texture's a little..."

"I think her name was Michelle." You said, gaze never wavering. Realisation dawned upon his face and he.... smiled. He took in your upset expression, your emotional eyes. How cute. He almost felt guilty. After all, he was so possessive, so incredibly jealous when it came to you, now the roles had reserved, and he loved it.

"When I was trying to make you jealous, I wasn't expecting this kinda reaction." He chuckled softly as he continued to chew. "But I can't say I'm disappointed, baby."