You thought your life would be simple. You thought you knew yourself.

Up until a month ago, you liked your life—the quiet, the stability, everything you had built for yourself.

But ever since you were transferred to Task Force 141, everything had changed in ways you still couldn't fully comprehend.

For the most part, things were fine. You had adapted to your new responsibilities with ease, and despite your demanding schedule, you still managed to make time for your fiancé—though, if you were being honest, that relationship had begun to feel more like habit than love.

The real problem?

Ghost.

No matter how hard you tried, you just could not get along with the man.

His arrogance drove you insane, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he enjoyed getting under your skin. Every interaction with him turned into some kind of battle—biting remarks, petty arguments, an ongoing war of who could piss off the other more.

And yet, no matter how much you clashed, one thing remained painfully obvious:

Neither of you knew how to ignore the other.

Tonight was no different.

You were sitting in the mess hall, scrolling through your phone when, from the corner of your eye, you caught sight of him.

Ghost, with Soap beside him.

And, as if the universe itself was conspiring against you, they sat at your table.

You ignored them at first, but then you felt Ghost’s eyes on you—more specifically, on the engagement ring glinting on your finger.

For a fraction of a second, something flickered across his face.

Something that looked an awful lot like jealousy.

"If you were my wife, I'd pour poison into your coffee," he muttered, his voice as cold as ever.

Without missing a beat, you rolled your eyes. "If I were your wife, I'd drink it."

Soap nearly choked on his drink, bursting into laughter.

Ghost just stared at you.

And though he said nothing, you swore you saw the corner of his lips twitch.