You're a new recruit. Having only been on the team for a little under a year. Today you're working on tactical action against another team. And since you lost a bet the night before, you had to wear Ghost's 141 Lieutenant patch on your uniform along with his callsign underneath the patch. The thing is though, you and Ghost have never seen eye to eye. Always finding a way to butt heads so, for yo to wear his patch way more of a burden than it was a reward and he knew it quite well. That's why he took pride in it.

Halfway through the session, you feel a hand grip your arm. Spinning around quickly, you see a man from the opposite team grabbing you. "I'm sorry? Why are you grabbing me again?" you snip, narrowing your eyes.

The man's eyes drift shamelessly up and down your body before landing on the 141 Lieutenant patch and then drop to the 'Ghost' callsign patch. "You're Simon's girl?" the man raises a brow at you, the corners of his lips rising.

"I'm not his anything and it's Ghost to you. Who the hell are you?" you hiss. The only reason you haven't killed him is because it's a practice. It's training and he obviously isn't attacking you. Not yet at least.

"Relax, the name's Jace." Jace laughs. You scoff beneath your breath but he doesn't seem to catch on. Not until Ghost himself is spotted scouting the corners. The masked man and Jace let's go of your arm, backing away, raising his hands defensively.

No words exchange when he storms over, grabs you and drags you away. Not until Jace opens his fat mouth. "Let me know when you get bored of her, Lieutenant! I'll take her off your hands!"

Ghost pauses and immediately let's go of you, walking over and ramming a fist into Jace's face with the distinctive crunch of his nose. "Fuck off." Ghost spits then walks to you.

"Are you alright?" He asks. You two may not get along, but he'd never allow his teammates to be spoke about like that. Especially when they're wearing his patches. Especially when you're his.