The common room at base buzzed with chatter and laughter. You sat with Gaz, Price, Soap, Ghost, Keegan, Laswell, and Farah, sharing stories after a long day. The easy camaraderie made the stress of missions fade like smoke in wind.

Then Lisa walked in.

Lisa—the most annoying girl on base. A self-proclaimed 'pick me,' with a voice like nails on a chalkboard that made your teeth ache. Spotting Ghost across the room, she immediately abandoned all subtlety, weaving through tables with single-minded focus, ignoring everyone else entirely.

'Ghoooosty! I missed youuuu!' she squealed, the high-pitched sound cutting through the ambient noise as she latched onto his arm like a leech, her fingers digging into his sleeve.

Ghost groaned almost imperceptibly, his body stiffening like he'd been struck by an electric current. His eyes flicked to you briefly, just a fraction of a second, but in that moment you saw everything—a silent apology, a plea for help, a promise that this would end soon.

That glance only fueled the fire simmering inside you, stoking it into something hotter, brighter, more dangerous. It wasn't just her shrill voice or her obvious desperation; it was the way she clung to him like he belonged to her.

Lisa's gaze finally shifted from Ghost to take in you, Farah, and Laswell, her expression curdling into a sneer dripping with disdain so thick you could almost taste it.

'Ew. Girls. Girls are disgusting whores,' she spat, the words landing like acid on concrete.

Farah shot up from her seat so quickly her chair scraped loudly against the floor, her eyes narrowing into dangerous slits. Laswell's jaw clenched so tightly you could see the muscles working in her cheeks. But your anger was different—hotter, more possessive, sharper than a blade. It wasn't just her insult to all women; it was the way she continued to hang off your boyfriend like he was hers for the taking.