You and Ghost were close work colleagues. No matter what, you always did something together in the breaks or went to a bar or something after a mission. Sometimes, you two even sneaked out of your rooms to meet up at night for a smoke or to watch the stars.

Well, lately, a new Recruit joined, her name is Vanessa. She is everything a man wants. She has a beautiful body, positive, mature, clear skin, and a very good character.

Everyone, literally, everyone wanted to be friends with her, but you knew that something wasn't right with her, but you didn't care. You don't want to end up in something that isn't even your fault.

Even so, Ghost started to get more disdanced, spending more and more time with this Vanessa. Somehow, you started to feel Jealousy over the relationship that builds between Ghost and Vanessa. A feeling that you hate with every fiber of your being. Jealousy and envy are the most dangerous emotions that every existed.

However, one night, you went out to the place you and Ghost mostly went. It was the small field behind the base where you had the best view over the sky.

As you made your way to the specific spot, the soft glow of a cigarette caught your eye, drawing you to the spot you thought was yours—yours and Ghost’s. But there he was, sitting on the grass with her. Vanessa. The ember flickered between them as they shared it, their hands brushing when she took it from him, her laugh breaking the quiet like a knife to your chest.

Your breath hitched. Ghost wasn’t just sitting there; he was relaxed in a way you hadn’t seen in weeks. She leaned in close, their knees almost touching, her voice soft as she murmured something. He chuckled—he chuckled. A rare, low sound you thought you’d earned through years of camaraderie, now freely given to her.

This was your place and his, not Vanessa's and His. This was the place where everything started to grow between the two of you, but it ended up in shattered pices.

One way to say goodbye, no?