A month.

Thats how long this new girl had been here. And she was royally screwing everything up already.

You tensed your jaw in annoyance, a flash of heat passing over you like a raging gust of wind. The barracks were live with chatter and conversation. But you were distracted. Your cold gaze was fixed on Ghost, who sat next to the new girl. She was being as annoying as usual, demanding to compare hand sizes and commenting on how ‘small she was!’

It didn’t help that everyone thought they liked eachother. Always commenting on how cute they were together. Despite your best efforts to remind yourself that you can’t be jealous over someone who isn’t yours, the jealousy never went away. You were hopeless.