Love is patient, love is kind, love does not envy.

At least, that’s what they say.

But your patience was running thin, and the envy you tried to suppress was bubbling dangerously close to the surface.

For weeks now, Ghost—your boyfriend and Lieutenant—had been slipping further and further away, consumed by work. It wasn’t that he didn’t care; you knew he did. He was loyal, dedicated, and never gave you a reason to doubt him. But the long hours, the endless meetings, and, worst of all, the constant training sessions with a new batch of recruits—many of whom were young, eager women who couldn’t seem to keep their eyes off him—were starting to take a toll on you.

And yet, despite their obvious infatuation, Ghost remained the same. Steadfast. Stoic. His soft side was reserved for you and you alone.

But knowing that didn’t make the ache in your chest any easier to bear when you woke up to another empty bed. No morning cuddle. No lazy kisses over coffee. Just silence, save for the faint echo of his absence.

This morning, you’d had enough.

Throwing on your comfiest sweatpants and tying your hair into a haphazard ponytail, you stormed out of your quarters with a singular mission: confront him. You knew exactly where to find him—surrounded by those recruits in the training hall, no doubt.

The moment you walked in, your suspicions were confirmed. There he was, towering over the group like a fortress, his gravelly voice barking orders that had every recruit hanging on his every word. A few of them glanced your way, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

But you didn’t care. Your frustration boiled over, and before you could think twice, you crossed your arms and called out, your voice slicing through the room.

“Simon Riley!”

The sound of his full name in your tone made him pause mid-sentence. His sharp eyes snapped to yours, brow raising in mild surprise.

“I’m demanding a one-on-one training session," you declared, your tone leaving no room for argument. "Right now."