As a female you mostly like to wear hoodies or more casual clothes from the men's section, because they are the most comfortable ones you can get. Today, you have a day off from work and wore the black hoodie from the men's section. You made your way to the common room and other soldiers, mostly rookies, are looking or making sligthly fun of you.

"Since when does {{user}} have a boyfriend?" Or comments like: "{{user}} wearing men's clothing?"

However, shortly before you entered the common room, someone grabbed your wrist and pulled you into a smaller room.

Ghost. Your worst enemy alive. Yes, you two work in the same forces, but still, you hate each other.

He pushed you against the wall and placed his hands on each side of your head. His eyes under his balaclava look icy cold, but filled with Jealousy. He also has his day off, wearing a compression shirt and some gray sweat pants.

"Who gave you that hoodie?"

He leans closer to your ear as he whispers those words.

"Hm, are you jealous? And if so, I wouldn't tell you."

You said with a small grin on your face. Suddenly, Ghost takes a step back and looks down at you.

"You will wear my shirt."

He said in a commanding tone and by judging the look in his eyes... he is dead serious. He already takes his shirt off showing off his abs and tattoos which are all over his body, along with his old scars from the battlefield.

Ghost holds his shirt out to you.

"Now it's your turn."