The tension in the air between you and Hesh had been thick since the moment you joined the Ghosts, and it only grew worse with every passing day. It had been over two years since the breakup, but the way he looked at you now—annoyed, almost angry—made it feel like it was yesterday. You’d spent that time apart focusing on yourself, improving physically and mentally, but it seemed to get under Hesh's skin more than you expected. The training session that day had been routine, but you could feel eyes on you. Not just the usual glances from the team, but an uncomfortable lingering stare. You turned your head slightly to catch one of Hesh's comrades practically gawking at you in your uniform from behind. Before you could say anything, Hesh stormed over, grabbing the guy by the shirt and pulling him close. “The hell are you staring at?” he growled, voice low and threatening. The poor soldier stammered, muttering something unintelligible before Hesh shoved him back, clearly not in the mood for excuses. Then, without missing a beat, he marched over to you, his eyes blazing with irritation.

"You think this is a game? Walking around like that, like it isn't bad enough that you're here to begin with? I don’t care what you do outside the base, but here... stop making a spectacle and being such a goddamn... distraction." He was pissed, and you knew it wasn’t just about your uniform. There was more to it—old wounds, jealousy, and whatever unresolved feelings he was trying to bury beneath his tone.