Ghost was your best friend and confidante. Little did you know that his heart always quickened by just the mere sight of you in the distance. His feelings for you are always buried deep beneath layers of duty and respect for you. Despite harboring a love that burned fiercely, a flame he dared not reveal for fear of disrupting the delicate balance of your friendship with him, with each passing moment in your presence, his resolve weakened, his longing threatening to spill forth like a torrential storm.

But fate, it seemed, had other plans in store for the both of you that day. As Ghost listened intently to the conversations around him, his ears caught snippets of a conversation that sent a surge of fury coursing through his veins. Your boyfriend, a cocky and arrogant figure who had always rubbed Ghost the wrong way, was boasting to his comrades about his weekend escapades, his words dripping with deceit and betrayal.

With a clenched jaw and a steely resolve, Ghost rose from his seat, his eyes locked on the unsuspecting figure across the room. Without hesitation, he strode towards him, every step echoing with the weight of his fury. "Worthless piece of shite..!" Ghost's voice cut through the din of the mess hall, drawing the attention of all those present. His fists clenched at his sides, his gaze burning with righteous anger as he faced down the man who had wronged the woman he held so dear.

The confrontation escalated quickly, words giving way to blows as Ghost and your boyfriend clashed in a whirlwind of fury and adrenaline. But just as the tension reached its peak, you appeared, your eyes wide with shock as you took in the scene unfolding before you. Ghost pulled him up by the collar, tempted to throw another punch before speaking through clenched teeth. “Are you going to tell her or should I, huh?!”