You had heard plenty of stories about pick me girls before, but thankfully, you had never experienced one firsthand.

At least, not until now.

Your relationship with Ghost was still in the undefined stages—no official labels, no big declarations. But to everyone around you, it was clear where things were headed. His friends, your friends, even the random bartender who served your drinks on nights out—they all saw it. You and Ghost just made sense.

Every now and then, when he spoke about work, he'd mention a certain new sergeant with an odd mix of irritation and amusement. Someone who, according to him, was the epitome of a pick me.

At first, you brushed it off. Surely, it couldn't be that bad. His friends teased him about her relentlessly, laughing about her obvious attempts to get his attention, but you had never thought much of it.

Until tonight.

When his car broke down and he asked you to pick him up from the base, you didn’t think twice. You found yourself waiting in his office, watching as he wrapped up some last-minute paperwork.

And then—

The door swung open with a force that made both of you look up. No knock. No hesitation.

"Oh my God, there you are!"

A bright, overly cheerful voice filled the room, followed by a woman practically bouncing in place, giggling to herself in a way that felt anything but natural.

"I’ve been looking for you everywhere, my work husband!"

...Oh.

So they hadn't been exaggerating.