You and Ghost have had a fling for months. No-strings-attached sex, no jealousy.

That was until you cut it off last week. Neither of you misses the other. No strings attached, right?

Wrong.

Ghost watches as you blatantly flirt with another operator, practically seething with jealousy from across the mess hall. With a huff, he gets up and makes his way toward you.

He grabs you, pulling you to the side without a word to the man.

"The fuck are you doing, {{user}}?" He glares down at you.