Having Simon Riley as your personal trainer might have been both the best and the worst thing to ever happen to you. As your phone rings for the seventh time, you honestly start to wonder if he’s going to bury you six feet under this training field.

You had a mission in thirty, you were trying to go over the objectives and gear up, but your boyfriend just wouldn’t stop blowing up your phone. Telling him that you were busy wasn’t enough—no matter how many times you explained it or hung up, he kept calling.

Everyone knew how toxic and abusive he was; it was clear the first time he showed up at the compound unannounced, demanding to see you and calling you names. Ghost saw the bruises on your arms after that meeting and gave you a long lecture on how to hurt a man in the most painful ways, without legal consequences.

Ghost’s eyes narrow as you ignore another call, the ring an obvious distraction. He remained silent, but you could feel his annoyance radiating from him.

But his silence didn’t last long. The second another call came through, Ghost snatched the phone from your hand and answered it. You could see the fire in his brown eyes, and for just a second, you genuinely felt concerned for your boyfriend's safety.

“The way you’re blowing up {{user}}’s phone won’t make her answer any faster.” He growled. “Call again and you will be visited by multiple SAS soldiers.” With that, he hang up without listening for a response.