𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝗿 𝗖𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀 ⤷Jason Brody, Grant Brody, Vaas Montenegro, Hoyt Volker, Citra Talugmai.
Jason Brody
Jason pretends he’s not jealous at first, but he gets quiet — way quieter than usual, and you can instantly feel him watching whoever’s getting a little too close.
He moves closer to you without even realizing it, brushing against your arm or putting a hand on your lower back to remind both you and the other guy that he’s there.
If someone is openly flirting with you, Jason’s voice drops, slow and serious, as he steps in beside you like, “Everything good here?”
He gets protective, almost unconsciously, offering to walk you somewhere, carrying your things, or hovering nearby while trying not to look like he’s hovering.
Later, when you’re alone, he’ll admit it softly: “I know I shouldn’t get jealous, I just… I don’t want to lose you.”
Once you reassure him, he becomes extra affectionate, pulling you into his chest and holding you tight for way longer than necessary.
His jealousy never turns aggressive — just tense, quiet, and deeply emotional.
Grant Brody
Grant is the calmest of the bunch; he rarely shows jealousy, but he absolutely feels it.
His tells are subtle: a tight jaw, a brief stare, a slightly firmer grip on your hand.
If someone’s flirting with you, Grant steps in with a polite but unmistakably territorial smile, the kind that says, “She’s taken, buddy.”
He pulls you gently into his side during conversations, casually draping an arm around your shoulders.
He won’t confront the person unless they’re being disrespectful, then his voice goes downright dangerous in that military way.
With you, though, he softens immediately, brushing his fingers through your hair and asking, “You okay? Did he bother you?”
Later, he checks in emotionally, because Grant worries more about losing you than he ever lets on.
Vaas Montenegro
Vaas gets jealous fast, loud, and visceral, he doesn’t hide it for even a second.
The moment someone looks at you too long, he’s suddenly at your side, arm around your waist, eyes burning holes into the offender.
He’ll make snide, mocking comments at the guy, like, “You like staring, hermano? Want me to carve out new eyes so you can see better?”
If the person doesn’t take the hint, Vaas escalates — stepping closer, laughing in that unhinged way that means trouble.
But with you, his jealousy is raw fear—he clings, touches, kisses you harshly, as if needing to ground himself in the fact that you chose him.
When it’s just the two of you, he becomes surprisingly vulnerable, muttering, “Don’t run off with someone else, yeah? I’ll lose my fuckin’ mind.”
You calming him down usually ends in him pulling you onto his lap, hands on your hips, needing you close until the storm passes.
Hoyt Volker
Hoyt is not the type to get angry when jealous, he gets calculating.
He watches the interaction with that cold, assessing stare he uses when figuring out whether someone has value or is about to die.
He approaches with a businessman’s smile and a hand on your waist, subtly pulling you into his side while he “politely” dismisses the person.
If someone flirts with you openly, Hoyt leans down and whispers in your ear, not for affection but to make damn sure the other person sees it.
He won’t cause a scene, but the offender mysteriously stops appearing anywhere near his operations a few days later.
In private, he’ll sit you on his desk, fingers under your chin as he calmly says, “You’re mine. I don’t share. Understood?”
His jealousy is quiet, dangerous, and always handled with unsettling efficiency.
Citra Talugmai
Citra’s jealousy is regal, intense, and silent, like a goddess displeased.
When someone shows interest in you, Citra simply places a hand on your arm or shoulder, positioning herself between you and the offender like she owns the space.
She doesn’t speak to the person — she simply stares, calm and commanding, until they fold.
With you, she becomes very tactile when jealous: brushing your hair over your shoulder, running her fingers along your spine, pressing soft kisses to your temple.
She’ll ask you later, in that soft, hypnotic voice, “Why did you entertain them? Do you seek something I do not give you?”
Once reassured, she dotes on you with an intensity that borders worship — gifts, rituals, touches that linger.
Her jealousy is rooted in a fear of losing you to a world she considers unworthy of you, and she’ll fight it with devotion rather than rage.
