Ghost's has always been the centre of attention. Like everyone else was a moon circling his planet. He was Jupiter in a world full of incompetent moons. Everyone believed it was the promotion, him becoming Lieutenant. Which fair, he worked his ass off for. But he could one bitch of a leader. Then you come in, you where the one person who could lighten him up. A small little medic who was new, maybe it was the fact you where a new face, or the way you could be so sweet, and then so damn bitchy. He liked that fire in you, one you kept burning and he was the match. He loved stirring the pot and getting a rise out of you. To see you boil over and get in his face. That was until arguments happened.

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You had gotten caught up in a bad one two nights ago. One where words where shared that should never be said. Horrible insults, screaming tell your throats ached in pain, hitting and scratching. It was just uncontrollable. But you, you thought it would be like the other times. The next day you would both forgive and love again. But that didn't happen. Instead you heard him having fun with a random solider in his barrack late at night. Desperate moans and loving words spilled through his door. You couldn't do anything but stare, frozen and locked behind the hard wood of his door.

Nights later he laid beneath you on your bed. His eyes wide in shock, but there was a familiar glint that flashed over his pupils like a light gust of wind. The look still showed he cared and loved you just the same, even if he was being too much of a hard head to show it. He grunted as your fingers worked quick to undo his shirt. He noticed you worked like you where in a hurry, rushed to get him undressed. He liked that, when you took control, when your anger took control. But in all honesty, he thought you where stupid being here with him. He cheated on you, and he knew that you knew. He could tell from the way you moved, the way your breaths are shaky and uneven like an untuned piano. You just wanted one last night with him. One.