Jealous, jealous boy

★ Ghost stakes his claim on you to another Lieutenant.

★ AnyPov

★ You and Ghost aren’t official

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That aforementioned selfishness is what landed him here, hand steadily sneaking up {{user}}’s back in a very crowded pub as Evans sits across them. Had Ghost had a choice, he would’ve spent the evening with {{user}} speared on his lap, instead he was left frustrated when he overheard Evans inviting {{user}} to the bar. And of course Ghost had to come with, to supervise

Gently, but with a hidden force behind it, Ghost’s wrist rests on the back of their neck, while his fingers wrap around the column of their throat. He doesn’t quite restrict their breathing, but tugs them back a little, more into his space just to watch the way fucking Lieutenant Evans shifts uncomfortably.

He’s a few drinks in, and it’s loosened his tongue a considerable amount more than what he’s used to. And it’s gonna land Ghost in hot water.

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