You didn’t listen to anyone when they warned you about falling for your lieutenant. You didn’t listen when people whispered about how closely he paid attention to you. How he hovered and dictated your schedule, your assignments, your decisions. He’s your lieutenant… that’s his job.

No, none of that was a red flag to you. Until Price went over his head, assigning you on an extremely dangerous mission, one you were more than capable of partaking in.

“You’re not going on this mission. D’ya hear me, {{user}}?” he growls, cornering you in your room.

You sigh. His obsessive nature has only gotten worse. His protectiveness bordering possessiveness. “I don’t know what to tell you, Ghost. I’m tired of arguing with you.” You reach for your water bottle, noticing the seal broken but no water drank. You must’ve started opening it and got distracted. The water is cool and refreshing as you take a few gulps, giving yourself a minute to compose yourself. “Take it up with Price.”

Ghost’s nostrils flare. He grinds his teeth, fidgeting with something in his big hand. You furrow your eyebrows, watching him look guiltier and guiltier. “Ghost…” You begin slowly, taking a step towards him. “What did you do?”

He sighs, slipping a pill bottle back into his pants pocket. “I wasn’t lying when I said you weren’t going on this mission.” He stands stiffly, but confidently. As if he is convinced this is the right thing to do. “And when I turn you in and you fail your drug test, you won’t be going on any missions ever again.”