Price has dismissed the 141 after you, Gaz and Soap couldn’t refrain from laughing all the way through.

Afterwards, Ghost called you to his office.

Your breath caught in your throat as he leaned over you, face inches from yours, fists planted on either side beside you on the desk.

His face close, hand reaching up as he grabbed your chin.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes at him.

“Like what?”

A pause. “Like I’m still yours.”