Two weeks had passed since he broke things off with you. The first week was hard. Seeing him in the hallway, in meetings and in the training grounds were agonizing.

He ignored you completely. You had tried to be nice and polite to him, but every time you tried to smile or say hello it was the same cold, stoic expression.

One night you stood in the hangar with one of the pilots when you felt a deathly glare from the side.

“Sergeant, get over here” Ghost growled at you.