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You didn't understand why Ghost was pissed at you. The mission was successful. The ops had been killed. Surely that should call for a celebratory round at the pub of base, right?
But no, Ghost was in mood with you, refusing your offer when you begged asked him to come tonight. All he did was look at you and walk away.
Ouch.
You scoured your memories of the mission, trying to pin point what had made your lieutenant mad. You were sure you followed his instructions to the T. It couldn't be the enemies you shot, he said the deaths of those bastards were only the beginning. Was it your use of force? Lack of speed getting in and out of the building? You were just following orders, Ghost's orders.
Your heart dropped into your stomach. Did you do something wrong? Did you disappoint Ghost?
The night grew colder. Your teammates drank merrily as the bar music played in the background, but all you could think about was Ghost. Why was he so upset with you? How could you fix this?
Ghost was a complicated man. You had known that from the start. He was quiet, rarely spoke except to give commands. He never showed any emotion, but he was a brilliant leader and a damn good fighter. You were in awe of his skills and wanted nothing more than to please him, to make him proud.
Maybe it was a bad idea to show up at his place, but you couldn't take the uncertainty of not knowing what you did wrong. You were willing to beg if you had to. You were desperate. Ghost's apartment wasn't far from the base, just a few blocks away. He had moved in only a month after the Task Force was assembled.
The roads of Manchester were buzzing with the Saturday night hubbub, making your thoughts seem louder than they should. But as you got closer and closer all you could hear were the words Soap had said when you told him you were leaving early, "He won't open the door."
That didn't stop you from knocking on the door of the small apartment. You could hear him moving around inside. He knew it was you.
“Ghost, open up" you said.
Nothing.
"Please, let me talk to you."
Silence.
"Listen, I don't know what I did wrong."
More silence.
Now you were getting a bit angry.
"For fucks sake Ghost open up!" You slammed your fists against the door, the bang echoed down the street.
Within an instant, the door opened, revealing Ghost in all his glory and all of his fury.
"What the hell are you doing?" He growled.
You were stunned for a second, his blue eyes were glaring daggers at you. You had never seen these eyes aimed at you before. Maybe to the recruits, or Soap when he was of his head, but never you. Some part of your heart burned inside, but you ignored it, blaming it on the outdated packet of crisp you had earlier.
"You are angry at me and I need to know why," you said, crossing your arms over your chest.
"I'm not talking about this with you," he said. "Go home."
"No."
"Now."
"Make me."
Your persistent pestering must not have worn him down at all as you watched Ghost's eyes become harder .
"You need to leave," he said.
You didn't budge. "Not until you tell me why you're mad."
Ghost stepped closer to you, his voice dangerously low, "You wanna know that badly?"
You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak.
"Fine."
You didn't have a chance to prepare yourself. In a flash, his arm came out of nowhere, wrapping around your waist and pulling you inside the apartment. He slammed the door shut with his other hand.
Before you knew what was happening, he had pushed you up against the wall. Faces only inches away from each other, you could feel Ghost's mask brush against your skin.
"Bet you wished it was Soap doing this to you. Or Cap. Pushing you up against the wall, whispering all sorts of dirty things. And you being the slut you are liking it."
You could feel his hot breath against your skin, his eyes looking down at you, burning a hole right through your skull. The feel of the mask became abrasive as your breathing quickened.
"That's not true," you managed to squeak out. "Is that right? Well you were all over them today, weren't you?"
You couldn't move, your eyes fixed on the hard blue ones. You didn't want to.
"All. Over. Them," Ghost enunciated, his words dripping venom.
Suddenly, you realised what this was all about. "You're jealous!"
He laughed, his voice dark and dangerous. "Jealous of what?"
"Of me, and the others," you said. "That's why you've been acting like a complete dickhead."
You were determined to call him out. "You're mad at me because I wasn't paying attention to you, you were jealous."
Ghost leaned forward, to the point where you could feel the outline of his lips against your ear. His hot breath against your ear made you shiver, his hand pressing your hips harder into the wall. "And why would I be jealous?"
He pulled away, waiting for your answer.
"Because you want to fuck me."
Silence.
A heartbeat.
A moment of uncertainty.
His eyes searched yours.
The next thing you knew, the cold material of his mask was pressing against your lips, his hands wrapped around your thighs, shoving you up against the wall. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer.
You raised your hands to his face, your hand softly stoking the hard outline of his jaw, before lifting the mask covering it and attacking his lips.
His tongue slipped past your parted lips, his hands running over the skin beneath your shirt, exploring every inch. His touch set your skin on fire, his kiss burning through you, sending jolts of electricity through your entire body.
This was not the way you thought this would end, but it didn't matter. All that mattered was the man in front of you.
You could feel his growing hardness pressed up against you.
Ghost broke the kiss. "Tell me what you want."
"I want you."
He tutted, "More specific, sweetheart."
"I want you to fuck me," you whined.
He growled and kissed you roughly, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist. You knew you were going to have bruises tomorrow.
Your hands found their way under his shirt, feeling the smooth, warm skin underneath. His muscles rippled underneath your touch. Ghost's mouth moved down your jaw, down your neck, biting and kissing your skin, eliciting small moans from your mouth.
You couldn't think... couldn't even breathe.
He pushed your jacket off your shoulders, letting it fall to the ground, his hands finding their way back to your body. He unclasped your bra, pulling it off, before pulling your shirt over your head, throwing it somewhere across the room.
"Shit" Ghost murmured under his breath.
His gaze burned through you, taking in your half naked form. His lips found your collarbone, trailing kisses and bites down your chest, before reaching one breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple, his teeth lightly grazing the sensitive skin.
"Oh, yes" you moaned, tangling your fingers in his hair.
His other hand kneaded your other breast, pinching your nipple between his fingers. His name fell from your lips over and over. The room was filled with the sound of your moans, the sound of Ghost's lips sucking on your skin. He pulled back, his eyes raking over your body.
"Don't stop," you said.
Ghost grinned, his mouth stretching into the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
"Not planning on it, love."
His fingers deftly unbuttoned your pants, tugging them off along with your underwear, dropping them to the floor.
All of a sudden you became self conscious, unable to stop the goosebumps on your body as Ghost continued to stare, not saying a word. It unnerved you that he was able to stay so composed whilst he had you a quivering mess in seconds.
You completely bare for him.
"Fuck," he growled. "You are gorgeous."
He kissed you once more, his hands cupping your cheeks. You could feel the fabric of his mask against your lips, the material cooling your skin.
"Ghost, please" you begged.
He pulled away, his eyes filled with lust.
Somehow you had both ended up in his bedroom, you standing, whilst Ghost sat on the edge of his bed.
"Come here."
You knew exactly where this was going. You couldn't wait.
His fingers wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. Gravity failed you for a second as your world turned upside down. Ghost had tugged you so you fell, causing you to have your stomach against his leg, butt upturned the air.
Like lamb to the slaughter.
You were given a two second wait until Ghost hand came into contact with your arse, the sharp sound echoing in the room.
"Oh my fucking god"
Ghost was merciless, alternating between his palm and the flat of his hand, hitting every inch of your flesh. You could feel the heat rising with every smack.
It hurt like hell.
You were crying out in pain and pleasure. Your arse felt like it was on fire, but the pain was worth it.
Ghost was watching, studying the red welts that appeared on your skin, the way your body writhed with every touch. He hit a particularly sensitive spot, making you cry out.
"How does it feel, love?"
"Like I'm on fire," you managed to say between your whimpers.
"Hopefully it will teach you a lesson" he chuckled.
"And what's that?"
"Don't talk back to me."
He gave one last smack before turning you around, bringing your lips to his once again.
He lay back, bringing you down on top of him, his fingers tangled in your hair. His hands wandered down your back, stopping at the swell of your ass, grabbing a handful of flesh.
"Please" you whimpered, not sue if you could take any more torture.
"Do you think you deserve it?" he whispered.
His voice went through you causing you to almost orgasm right there and then.
"Please, I'll do anything."
"Hmm, good thing you beg prettily for me."
Without any warning, his cock entered you, stretching your tight walls.
"Holy fuck."
Ghost was big. Bigger than any man you've ever been with.
His hips bucked upwards, meeting yours.
"Fuck, baby." He had stopped for a moment as tears swelled in your eyes, unable to cope with the sheer size of him. You felt full, fuller than you had ever been.
"Si- I can't... I can't take it."
"Shh, you're doing great. You can do it."
He slowly moved inside you, thrusting deep inside you. You looked down as you watched you slick interact with his, creating a mess beneath you.
"Oh, fuck"
"Yeah, just like that. God, you feel so fucking good."
Your hips rolled in rhythm, meeting each other yet again.
Ghost's hand wrapped around your neck, holding it in place as he fucked you, his pace growing faster. You gasped as he began to choke you, his blue eyes piercing into yours.
"You going to be good for me now?” He demanded, voice unwavering compared to yours.
"Yes," you breathed.
"Good. You are mine. Understand?"
"I'm yours."
He groaned, his hand tightened. Your walls clenched around him. Ghost was pounding into you, his thrusts hard and fast.
"I want to hear you scream my name," he said, his grip tightening. He was getting close, his breathing heavy.
"Simon," you whimpered.
His free hand snaked between the two of you, rubbing your clit. "Fuck, Ghost!"
"Oh, god. Fuck!"
"Simon, I'm close!"
He didn't slow down, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. Stars sparkled in front of you as you reached cloud nine, staying there. You were exhausted, the orgasm having been one of the best you have ever had.
But Ghost kept going, not caring that you were overstimulated. In fact, Ghost’s thrust became even quicker, making you cry out, the feeling overwhelming. He released his grip on your neck, allowing you to breathe.
"Simon, please..."
His lips came crashing down on yours, his tongue slipping past your lips. God he was so intoxicating, the smell of cigarettes, sweat and sex filling your nostrils. He was close. You could tell as his hips stuttered, his body tensing.
"I'm gonna cum, baby" he growled.
"Cum inside me.”
He groaned as he came, spilling his hot seed inside of you.
The both of you collapsed onto the bed, exhausted and spent.
Whilst you caught your breath, Ghost stood up and left to go to the bathroom, probably to freshen up. You took that time to admire your new found trail of splotches trailing up your hips and ending around your neck. You knew they would be sore tomorrow, but it was so worth it for the pleasure you just received.
As you basked in the afterglow, Ghost's voice sounded from above you, breaking your chain of thoughts.
"Get out."
Your heart dropped into your stomach.
"What?" you asked, not trusting your ears.
"I said get the fuck out," he snarled.
"But I thought-"
"You thought wrong." He stood up, his blue eyes glinting, his mask once again covering his face.
You had never felt so used and empty before. You sat up on the bed, not wanting to believe what Ghost had just said.
"But Simon-"
"Shut the fuck up. All I did was take a pass at the barracks bunny, there's no need to get emotional now.”
You slapped him. Hard.
You felt your eyes burn, threatening to spill the tears forming. You would not let him see you like this. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
You grabbed your clothes, not caring about how you looked. You needed to leave, to get as far away as possible. Once dressed, you turned to Ghost.
He was staring at you, his eyes devoid of emotion.
"Fuck you."
With those parting words, you left, slamming the door behind you.