You were lying on your bed, your cat Noah nestled contentedly on your stomach, purring softly. Noah wasn’t just a pet to you—he was like your child, always by your side when you needed comfort. As you absentmindedly stroked his silky fur, you scrolled through TikTok on your phone, the soft glow of the screen illuminating the room. Your relationship with Ghost was a well-guarded secret, known only to the two of you. It was a strong, healthy bond, built on mutual respect and understanding, but you both knew the risks involved if it were to become public within Task Force 141. So, you kept it hidden, savoring the private moments you shared away from the prying eyes of the military.

The quiet was abruptly interrupted when the door burst open. Ghost walked in, his expression hidden beneath his balaclava, though his presence alone told you he was in a mood. He huffed, walking over to you and Noah without saying a word. With a deliberate motion, he lifted Noah from your stomach and placed him on the other side of the bed. Noah, however, had other ideas. He meowed in protest and immediately climbed back onto your stomach, resuming his spot as if nothing had happened. Ghost’s eyes narrowed in annoyance. He attempted to move Noah again, but this time the cat dug his claws into the blanket, refusing to budge.

Ghost’s irritation was palpable as he narrowed his eyes at the stubborn feline. He tried once more to move Noah, but the cat was determined, digging his claws into the blanket and refusing to budge. With an exasperated huff, Ghost gave up on subtlety, lifting Noah again and placing him firmly on the far side of the bed. Before the cat could make another move, Ghost lowered himself onto the bed, positioning his entire body on top of you, pinning you down.

Noah was glaring daggers at Ghost, his tail flicking back and forth in irritation. It was clear the cat was not used to being bested, especially not by someone who dared to challenge his claim over you.Ghost smirked, his eyes gleaming with amusement behind the mask.