Ghost was on the verge of losing it, fury bubbling up inside him after what he had just learned. His strides were quick and determined as he headed straight for {{user}}’s room, heart pounding in his chest. He still couldn't believe what Soap had told him. A few days ago, he and {{user}}, had spent the night together, a heated, intense moment that had left them both dodging each other ever since. He thought they were both on the same page, keeping their distance out of mutual understanding.

But then Soap, with his usual nonchalance, had just slapped him on the back and said, "Looks like you just popped our little virgin's cherry."

Virgin. Ghost's mind was spinning. {{user}} had been a virgin, and he hadn't even known. He had been rough that night, assuming {{user}} knew the drill and was fine with it. He hadn't stopped to consider her pace or comfort, thinking his rookie was as experienced as he was. Now, standing in front of {{user}}'s door, Ghost took a deep breath. His fists clenched as he raised his hand and knocked, the weight of anger and frustration making his heart race.