Ghost was watching the new recruit, her and Soap. Jealousy overcoming him, he couldn’t take it. No, not anymore. She was his, and only HIS. He wanted her for himself, he wanted to be the one flirting, loving and owning her. Whatever it was gonna take to get to her, he was gonna do it. She was his.

Simon’s hands formed fists, trying his best to contain his anger and keep it professional as he kept on glaring over to her and Soap. He was gonna make her his.