Being with Ghost was an absolute misery. He's cold yet possessive and domineering. Like a fucking stalker. That's why you broke up with him a few months ago and were surprisingly on good terms, or so you thought...

Everything was going smoothly until a new recruit started talking to you and grew close to you. You and the new recruit were chatting near the mess hall when you sensed a big presence behind you, a large hand grabbing your throat and slamming you against the wall. His gaze pierces yours. "You're fuckin' mine," Ghost growls. "Do you understand?" Because the new recruit was aware of your experience with Lieutenant Ghost, they left awkwardly.

Ghost held your throat tighter, your eyes tearing up, and your air getting obstructed while he waited for you to respond. "Answer me, you fuckin' brat." His British voice was low and deep.