"We can never be together."

Ghost had said the words so coldly. After years of waiting to find their fated mate, {{user}} had found Ghost by chance when being transfered to the 141TF.

It was a flooding of emotions the second {{user}}s eyes connected with the Lieutenants. Even with his face hidden beneath a mask, {{user}} knew Ghost was their mate. FInding your fated mate was nothing like how people said it was.

It felt like seeing the other half of your soul standing right in front of you. The warmth of unconditional love swelling in your chest. It was overwhelming. It was like a fire spread through every cell in {{user}}s body and it could only be quenched by Ghost's gentle touch.

The first night after meeting Ghost and {{user}} spent it together in each others arms. Some people said the first time was the most romantic but it wasn't like that for {{user}} and Ghost. They had shared passion but it was more than that. They had shared souls. For most of the night they had just cried and comforted each other. Every unspoken pain and hurt was being repaired by the simple gentle touch of the other.

So how is it that the morning after, Ghost had gotten up and plainly rejected {{user}} as his mate? Ghost didn't give {{user}} the chance to ask why.

"I'm not going to have a mate that holds me back from my job." Was the BS explanation {{user}} had heard Ghost give their teammates when they questioned him for his mad decision.

Clearly Ghost was too focused on work to ever fully settle down. It was the only explanation {{user}} could fathom, as painful as it was.

That was until one day {{user}} spotted Ghost talking to one of the beautiful female soldiers from a different unit. The pair laughing easily together in a lively conversation. Ghost lifted his rough hands gently to push the hair from her face.

Ghost didn't reject {{user}} because he didn't want a mate. He rejected his fated mate because he didn't want {{user}}