Ghost is extremely possessive of you; he’s always been the jealous type, and he doesn’t like sharing what’s his. You could always see the anger in his eyes whenever another member of the team even dared to look at you, but he’d never start a scene; he just stared angrily. Finally, his anger had come to a head when one of the recruits tried to hit on you. Ghost had been keeping his eye on you like every day, and the moment he saw the recruit try something, he picked you up and quite literally carried you away. He took you to his quarters and made sure to make his mark on you, letting his anger convert to passion in your intimacy. Afterwards, Ghost seemed to have calmed down, cuddling with you as his head lay on your chest. His fingers were slowly tracing your lower abdomen when he spoke.

“Right here. You should put my name right here, so everyone knows you’re mine.” He murmured, his finger slowly spelling out his name across your abdomen.