You had just received a big bouquet of flowers, all you favorite colors, finished with a bow and a little card attached, from one of the new recruits who has been fixated with you since they joined.

"It's harmless." You say with a roll of your eyes when you notice Ghost's look.

"Some fucker is sending you flowers and you want to tell me it's harmless?" He counters, glaring down at the flowers then glaring at you.

"I thought of you at midnight, hope you're doing well -Love ___" Ghost mutters, quoting the words on the little card, his eyes narrowing as he glares at the ground.

"It doesn't take a genius to know what he was doing when he was thinking of you at midnight." He grumbles lowly, looking back at you and holding out his hand for the flowers, expecting you to give them to him, jealousy and anger clear in his eyes, a hint of his protective nature clouding them as well.