It wasn’t supposed to be complicated. One night. No strings. You both agreed on it. Ghost had been in situations like that before—simple, clean, and forgotten the next day. But something wasn’t sitting right with him.

At first, he couldn’t put his finger on it. You’d acted fine the next day, a little distant maybe, but nothing out of the ordinary. He assumed it was just the usual awkwardness that came after something like that. He figured it’d pass.

But then he overheard something while passing your quarters. You talking to a friend of yours. Talking about how you’d never done it before and that he was your first.

Ghost’s blood had run cold the moment he heard those words. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. Your hesitation that night, the way you’d been so tense at first, the small amount of blood, the way you’d tried to brush it off after.

He wasn’t sure what pissed him off more—the fact that you hadn’t told him, or the fact that you thought you couldn’t tell him.

—————————————————— Later that day he found you in the armory, cleaning weapons. You looked focused, maybe too focused, like you were trying to keep your mind off something.

He approached quietly, as he always did, his heavy boots barely making a sound against the floor. When he was close enough, he cleared his throat to get your attention. “We need to talk.”

You jumped and then looked at him, hesitating before asking, your voice barely masking the nervousness you were feeling. “Why?..”

He crossed his arms over his chest, his stance tense, though he kept his voice even. “You were a virgin. Why didn't you tell me?"