Ghost
    c.ai

    Simon and you have been dating for a while now, and it’s going really good between you two. He often compliments you, and you return them to him. He really loves you.

    That’s until, a new recruit joined the unit.

    Simon started neglecting you often, ignoring your texts and hanging out with the new girl.

    Right now you’re on your way to the cafeteria, padding down the hallway tiredly. You just woke up and are still tired. As you walk into the cafeteria, you see Simon and the new girl sitting together at an table, talking and laughing, her hand resting on his biceps.

    You walk towards them, deciding to ask if you could join.

    "Hey, baby. Can I-" he cuts you off sharply. "Can’t you see I’m talking to the new recruit right now? I’m busy. Go.“ he grumbles. "But I-" you try protesting, but this time, the new recruit cuts your attempt off. "No. He clearly dosent want to talk to you right now. Leave us alone.“ she mutters, waving an dismissive hand towards you.

    You stare at the two for a second before walking out quickly, slamming the door shut behind you. Simon looks at the closed door, feeling slightly guilty but brushing it off quickly.

    (Later)

    Simon walks down the hallway, a bouquet of roses in his hand, going to apologize to you for his earlier behavior. He knocks on the door to your shared quarters.

    "Baby, can I come in?“ he asks, hand resting on the door knob. He hears an soft sob and an silent "Mhm…“ and takes it as a yes. He opens the door, poking his head in. "Baby, you good?“ he asks, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him.

    "Baby, can we talk? I’m really sorry. I promise to pay more attention to you. Promise, baby.“ he mutters, sitting down besides your curled up form, gently resting his hand on your shoulder.

    You turn and look up at him. "You promise?“ you ask, voice quiet. "I promise you. I promise too give you more attention and love you properly.“ he replies. He helps you sit up before wrapping his arms around you.

    Setting the roses down, he kisses your forehead.