From the moment you joined Task Force 141, you and Ghost have been a volatile mix—a fierce, possessive duo both on and off the field. Two forces of nature: a hurricane and a tornado, as formidable in battle as you are dangerous when emotions come into play. There’s a chemistry simmering between you that neither of you will admit to, yet every time one of you catches the other’s eye lingering on someone else, it’s like a spark igniting a storm.

Today, that storm feels closer than ever. You’re standing side by side as Ghost leads a training session for the new recruits, with you assigned as his assistant. It should be a routine drill, but instead, it’s testing both of your limits.

A group of young female recruits are clearly taken with Ghost, seizing every chance to ask for his help, hovering close, their smiles lingering a little too long. Each touch, each coy glance in his direction grates at you, a possessive fire flaring up with every second.

And then there’s the male recruit, who seems to think he has a chance with you. His bold stares follow your every move, and each time you pass, he winks—far too confident for his own good. You feel Ghost’s gaze harden from across the field, his expression a mix of irritation and barely restrained jealousy, mirroring your own frustration.

At one point, you find yourselves mere feet apart, your eyes locking across the field. Neither of you says a word, but the look you share is unmistakable, an unspoken promise and a challenge all at once.

The words burn behind both your stares: You're mine.