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'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs.

Hours earlier in the cafeteria Ghost had been targeted by some higher ranks for his 'snarky' responses

You felt like there was gasoline pumping in your veins, fueling you and setting your skin on fire as you itched to make them hurt.

You eyes glared and your jaw clenched as you wanted nothing more than to hurt those motherfuckers, humiliate them the way they had your Lieutenant."

•Slow burning relationship.

•Mature/offensive language.

•She/her Pronouns.