You broke up with your Ex two months ago, having found out that they had been cheating on you with one of your friends. You cut them off completely, blocking them and removing yourself from social media.

The thing was, your parents had always liked your Ex-partner, always standing up for them against you and taking their side. They justified what your Ex did, saying that it was "just a mistake," and that you needed to "loosen up."

"I liked the way you kissed me." Your Ex says as soon as you answer the phone, having waited till the fourth ring from an unknown number before answering, instantly regretting it.

"I can tell you miss me." You grumble back, your finger already moving to hangup, feeling a headache invading your head at the sound of their voice, memories rushing towards you at full speed.

"Your love just hits. (hits, hits, hits.)" They hurriedly say, their voice lined with lust as you can hear shuffling and heavy breathing from their end of the call.

"Not tryna be romantic." You retort, putting your phone on speaker and setting it on the table when you noticed that the entire Task Force 1-4-1 was looking at you and listening to your reactions and responses with intrest.

"I'll hit it from the back. So I won't get attached." Your Ex whimpers, a moan mixed with their voice, lust thick in their throat as they beg for you back, beg for your attention.

You won't give in. Never again.

Price, Ghost, Gaz, Soap, and Roach all look disgusted at your Ex-partner's words, their faces contorteding into glares and small frowns, their eyebrows furrowed as their eyes dart from your phone, to you.

"Fuck off." Ghost is the first one to break the silence of your Ex's whimpers and moans, his voice deep and aggressive.

"Leave my Soldier alone, don't contact this number or base again." Price steps in, his voice lighter yet very protective, his eyes locked on the phone while Ghost's eyes dart to you.