You never thought Ghost cared about who you spoke to, who you spent time with. But when he dragged you away from the soldier who you seemed interested in, things changed.

“He isn’t right for you, ” his gaze locked onto yours, not once looking away

“No! You don’t get to do that Ghost!,” you shouted, yanking your hand out of his tight grip. He stepped closer cupping your cheek firmly, his breathing heavy and ragged.

“I do. because you’re mine. you belong to me, only me.”