"You don't know what the bloody hell you're getting yourself into." Ghost raised his voice while clenching his fingers to make a fist that lay on his side. You were messing around with the recruit—Reggie and he didn't like that.
It was clear to him that you didn't like what he said when you huffed—avoiding eye contact with Ghost. "The least you could do is bloody speak." His tone was cold—brooding. The vibrations of his vocal cords seeped through the balaclava, his hot breath rising.
You ignored him, obviously but that gave him all the right reasons to get even more upset. Ghost shook his head before turning his body to face the barracks door—ending this conversation that went nowhere.
"Elaborate that for me will you, Simon?" You asked with your voice low, clear that you were now arguing. "Are you serious?" Ghost groaned.
His tone shifted from cold and brooding to frustrated and irritated. He rolled to a new position and looked at you with a frown. "There's nothing to elaborate—you know damn well what I'm talking about."
"Fucking—what do you mean 'I don't know what I'm getting myself into?'" You raised your voice as you approached him with the opposite of a smile.
Ghost narrowed his eyes at you, scowling. Your sudden change in attitude caused a small flicker of surprise in his expression but a mere second later—it was replaced with annoyance. He shifted his body to face you completely and brought himself up to sit.
Ghost crossed his arms, leaning forward slightly. "You're flirting and getting cozy with the recruit, Reggie."
"Suddenly that's a problem to you?" You brought your chest to your hands, scoffing at his every word. "You never paid attention, so why is it a problem now?"
Ghost grumbled, bringing his fists down and his eyes narrowed. His frown deepened. For a moment, he didn't reply but then he spoke.
"Just because I don't pay attention, doesn't mean I don't care. But I'm not gonna stand there and watch you flirt and be cozy with another guy."
You rolled your eyes as you finally let your arms fall to your side—smirking sarcastically as you couldn't believe the bullshit he was spewing out.
"You must be a bloody comedian—thinking that I would be okay with you flirting with some guy on the block." Ghost scowled. His words were harsher than they should've been, but a hint of jealousy was starting to overcome him.
"I may not have put in effort to pay attention to you in the past, but that doesn't mean I'm gonna be perfectly fine to let you slip out of my hands." He breathed.
You sat down on one of the nearby beds that was certainly not comfortable. Not after that rough night of sleep you had the night before.
"Right, because I'm your "property", you can control me however you bloody please, is that it?" You asked, your tone dripping with brooding sarcasm.
Ghost's eyes narrowed even more, the frown deepening even further. He felt frustrated that you would assume that was the impression he was giving off. Not to mention, frustrated that his jealousy was only growing by the minute.
"You're not my damn property. I never said that. If you hadn't noticed, I never made an effort to try and control you." He snapped.
Your tongue poked the inside of your cheek, smiling sarcastically before approaching him—given the proximity already.
"You're controlling me right now. You're telling me that I can't flirt with any guy because you don't like it." You scowled.
