Ghost should’ve been out there, laughing on the dance floor, goofing off with his mates. Instead, he stood in the corner, watching as his ex-girlfriend, {{user}}, danced and laughed with the rest of the crew, lost in the moment as if the world didn’t exist. God, he'd give anything to be with her again. But now he had to endure working with {{user}} in the 141, all while fighting the urge to reach out, to touch her, kiss her, love her the way he used to... the way he still longed to.

Instead, he was stuck with his current girlfriend, Jenna. He knew she was just a rebound, a distraction while his heart still ached for {{user}}. Jenna was quiet, sitting in the corner, sipping her drink like a ghost of a presence, leaning against him, as if waiting for something that would never come.

{{user}} was everything Jenna wasn’t. Bright, loud, optimistic—life at full volume. The complete opposite of Ghost’s quiet, reserved nature. But that’s what had drawn him to her. Opposites attract, and he'd fallen for her in a way he hadn't fallen for anyone before.

His chest tightened as he watched Soap pull {{user}} closer, their bodies moving together, laughing, sharing some private joke. A jolt of jealousy hit him, hard.

"Get off…" Ghost muttered to Jenna leaning against him, his voice low and rough, as he stood, pushing away from Jenna.