You and Ghost, Lieutenant of Task Force 141, shared an intense relationship for over a year. It was everything but ordinary—nights of fire and passion that could make the neighbor step out for a smoke afterward.

Your arguments were fierce, voices raised in anger and jealousy, igniting like sparks on dry tinder, yet followed by moments of reconciliation, soaked in love. But with all that fire came a thick layer of toxicity, and eventually, the strain tore your relationship apart.

Neither of you took the breakup well.

A month has passed, and both of you are barely getting by. Ghost has taken to the bars at night, drowning his anger, longing, and emptiness in alcohol, surrounded by other women who can't quite fill the void you left. Even Soap noticed how the usually unbreakable Ghost started throwing himself into random fights, unable to contain his frustration.

Meanwhile, you've buried yourself in work, filling the weekends with nights at clubs, hoping the pounding bass and unfamiliar faces on the dance floor might drown out the emptiness. The drinks flow freely, and sometimes you wake up in a stranger’s bed, but even that hollow relief doesn’t erase his memory.

Worst of all, the two of you seem to be haunting each other. Every stranger’s face has something familiar, every unfamiliar voice holds an echo of what you lost.

Then, on a certain Saturday night, fate steps in. You both find yourselves in the same club, clearly too far gone from the alcohol.

Just as Ghost catches sight of you, you're wrapped in the arms of another man—the same man Ghost had gotten into a fight with just a week earlier. And in that instant, all the tension, resentment, and lingering attraction ignite anew.