He just couldn’t help it. He was jealous. A little too jealous for his own liking, and for his teams and careers same he told no one.

You and Ghost were on opposite teams, yet he felt a connection towards you, like he was being drawn towards you by a thread. Not a fragile one. He HATED the fact that out of all people it had to be YOU that he liked.

It made him even more jealous when he saw someone flirting with you. “Piss off… They’re with me.” He said on his low, deep British accent.