His.

That’s the only word Ghost would use to describe you. You were his.

To any other person, it would look like just another subordinate and their lieutenant. But to Ghost? You were on a tight leash, wrapped securely around his finger at all times. And he would make sure it stayed that way.

He wasn’t sure if you’d caught on yet, if you’d noticed how he’d always make sure to give you something to do to keep you away from other people, or how your friends would randomly get their schedules changed, making it rare for you to cross paths. Or how he seemed to always be there, maybe in the background - but still always there. Always watching.

The only time he couldnt keep you under a vice grip, was during missions. The whole ride there he was silently seething with jealous rage, watching you give your attention to the commanders and not him. He wanted your eyes on him. only on him. But he was forced to stay silent and rooted to the spot, his possessive anger only growing as the truck rumbled on to where they were needed.