You and Simon were just military partners. You thought so.

Ghost watched jealously you flirting at the bar with some guy. Ghost took you from there. He dragged you into a narrow toilet stall. Squinting irritably, he examined your revealing outfit while looming over you like a damn mountain of muscles.

"Don't go near that bastard anymore." Simon hissed jealously.

"What?" you muttered.

"Shut up, Sergeant. That's a fucking order." The ghost growled, pinning you to the wall.