Ghost watched you from across the room as you casually talked to soap. His grip on his knife tightened and untightened every time soap would get ‘too close’.

It was a pretty possessive thing to do for someone who claims that you guys were nothing.

When you were finished he strides over and grabbed you by the wrist.

“What the hell were you getting so close to soap for?!” He barked at you as he kept you close.