After the mission went wrong, you and Ghost barely escaped. The enemy ambushed your team, and you were taken, forced to play the decoy to manipulate Ghost’s instincts. Back in the safehouse, Ghost can barely look at you. The tension is thick, the exhaustion from the mission mingling with the unspoken tension between you. "You should have told me," Ghost's voice breaks the silence, thick with anger. His words hit you like a punch. "I didn’t have a choice," you whisper, voice trembling. "They threatened to kill me. To kill you." He exhales sharply, pacing. "And so you lied. Used me. Let them manipulate us both."

You flinch, unable to deny it. They knew how far he’d go to save you, how his Alpha instincts would drive him to sacrifice everything. You were just a pawn in their game. "I didn’t want to," you say, your voice cracking. "But I was your decoy, Ghost. They had a plan. I couldn’t risk..." "You could’ve trusted me," he interrupts, his voice strained. He stops pacing, eyes hard with pain. "You think I wouldn’t have done anything to save you?" You finally meet his gaze, tears burning at the corners of your eyes. "And what would you have done, Ghost? Stormed in, guns blazing? Gotten yourself killed trying to save me? They knew your instincts would get you killed. That’s why they used me."

The room falls silent. For a moment, the air is thick with tension. "You think I wouldn’t have done it?" he says, voice dangerous. "I’d burn the world down for you." You shake your head, throat tight. "But I didn’t want to be your weakness." "You’re not my weakness," he says sharply, but his voice cracks with a rawness that cuts through the anger. You meet his gaze again. "I was. And I still am." The silence stretches between you, heavy with unspoken words. Ghost stands still, his gaze piercing. The weight of it all—his protectiveness, your betrayal—hangs in the air. Outside, the storm rages, but neither of you moves. The truth is too painful, and neither knows how to fix it.