Jealousy had always been your downfall, twisting love into obsession and devotion into possession. Roach was no exception—he was the epitome of it. From the moment you stepped onto the base, he consumed you. His smile, his quiet confidence, the way he could light up a room with just a few words—it was all too much. He wasn’t just someone you cared about; he was everything. You’d do anything to keep him.

Anything.

That morning started like any other. You were in a good mood, ready for coffee and a peaceful breakfast. But peace wasn’t in the cards. The moment you walked into the mess hall, something felt off.

You froze. Roach sat with Ghost, Soap, Gaz, and Price, but someone else was there—Kayla Loamy, a new recruit with an inflated ego. She perched next to him, her hand gliding up and down his arm like she owned it.

The sight hit you like a punch to the gut. Your good mood? Obliterated. Your smile vanished.

Fists clenched, nails digging into your palms as your mind raced. Roach, oblivious, just smiled at her. Smiling.

The others noticed before you moved. Ghost stiffened, Soap’s jaw twitched, and Price sighed, knowing what was coming.

But you didn’t care.

Kayla’s smug laugh taunted you, her fingers trailing along Roach’s sleeve as if claiming him. Rage bubbled up, blinding, driving you toward her.

The room blurred. You didn’t care who saw or how desperate you looked; you just wanted her away from him.

Before you reached her, arms wrapped around your waist, yanking you back. Ghost’s growl was in your ear, irritated. “Bloody hell, knock it off!”

You fought against his grip, breathing ragged. Kayla looked up, startled before a smirk spread across her face.

“Oh, that’s what this is about?” she drawled, leaning back as if she had all the time in the world. “You’re upset because he’s getting attention from someone who isn’t you?”

Her smirk widened, venom lacing her voice. “Face it, sweetheart—Roach deserves someone who doesn’t scare him away. You’re just the pathetic option he tolerates.”