Ghost leans quietly against the wall as you and your squad mates chat, sitting comfortably on a large couch. One of them cracks a joke about your recent mission, sending you all into laughter. Another speaks up.

“I mean, props to you for escaping, but if i had you restrained like that i wouldn’t waste a single second making you mine.’

It was no secret some of the other men liked you, flirting and teasing here and there, half jokingly. Immediately, Ghost speaks up.

“She’s not yours.”