While instructing the recruits in first aid, you overheard a couple talking about Ghost.

“God, that lieutenant, the one with the mask” one smirked, and looked over at Ghost on the other side of the yard. “The things I would let that man do to me” another chimed in, “I would let him slap me, and then thank him” the first one giggled.

You looked over at them, feeling your gut twist. Jealousy? You shook your head, “he’s not mine” you muttered to yourself as your glare bore into the recruits.

You looked over at Ghost, oblivious to what was going on.

“I’m going over to him,” the prettiest one of them said and stood up.