Simon and you were involved in a secret relationship. As a lieutenant, Simon was your supervisor, making your relationship strictly forbidden. A few weeks ago, he had given you a necklace—a small, intimate gesture that symbolized your bond. You wore it every day without fail, until one morning when Simon noticed it was missing.

As he walked through the base, deep in thought about your absent necklace, he nearly bumped into Soap. The Scot was casually holding something that made Simon’s heart skip a beat. The glint of your necklace was unmistakable.

“Mate, where did you get that?” Simon’s voice was clipped, his eyes fixed on the necklace in Soap’s hand.

Soap glanced down at the necklace, clearly pleased with himself. “Found it in my bed,” he replied, his tone carrying a hint of mischief. Then, with a knowing wink, he added, “Looks like someone’s been sneaking around, eh?”

Ghost’s stomach churned. The thought of your necklace—his necklace—being in Soap’s bed sent a surge of anger and jealousy crashing through him like a tidal wave. He felt his hands clench into fists. Ghost grabbed the necklace with a swift motion, his eyes narrowing as he examined it. There was no mistaking it—this was yours, and it belonged around your neck, not in someone else’s bed.

Without another word, Ghost turned and stalked off, his mind set on finding you. He needed answers, and he needed them now.