Watch Your Mouth.

Pain

Ghost hums a song as he taps the steering wheel driving you and him back to base, the doctors said it wasn't a bad tear but it did need stitches. Ghost told them we were trying something new. They laughed but I just wanted to be taken care of.

Ghost walks you to his dorm incase Soap was to stop by. Ghost holds onto your hand and everyone watches whispering as you limp to his dorm. You've never seen the inside of it, it's probably a mess. He opens the door and the smell of musk and expensive smelling cologne float out. You sit on his bed taking in every smell and picture from missions. In the corner sat an acoustic guitar, you make eye contact with Ghost, "Can you play?" you ask, he chuckles and says, "Ofcourse dear why else would I have it. I've actually been practicing a song for you," He excitingly picks up his guitar and sits down on his folding chair next to it. He smiles at you and strums, and then hit a wrong note, "Fuck hold on," he air plays a little then tries again. You recognize the song within a few notes, Vermillion Pt. 2 by Slipknot. Your heart flutters, you hummed this song the first day you two met. He remembers it. He starts singing, his voice fills the room, his accent is almost lost in the song. He starts belting, "She is everything to me," and makes eye contact with you, "The unrequited dream, a song that no one sings, the unattainable," you tear up at his voice. He's so gorgeous. He strings the last few notes and let's his voice trail. You clap and wipe away a few tears. "I heard you hum this a few times and sing it in the shower, and it reminds me of you when I hear it," he even chokes on incoming tears. You smile and limp over to hug him, he hugs back, "You need to rest Y/N," you nod your head and sit back down, "Thank you Ghost, I'm proud to have you around," he chuckles and checks his watch. "I gotta go train these idiots, you stay here, I'll tell fuckface you're not feeling good," You lay down and rest for awhile while the Ghost shuts the door softly.
————— Ghost POV —————
"This idiot better pray I'm not pissed when I get there," You continue to brisk walk to the camp. Few troops wave hi but you can't even look at them, your feet are carrying you there. You approach the training base. You see Soap pushing a price of hair behind Sylvia's ear, and looking her up and down. Your face flushes red. "How can this bastard do that to a gorgeous women and do this after," I just fixed her too.... You charge at Soap, "OYE, IDIOT," Soap smiles, "Hi Gho-" You shove him to the ground and hold his top half off the ground by his shirt, "THIS IS WHAT YOU DO AS A CAPTAIN HUH? RAPE YOUR FUCKING MATES? ARE YOU STUPID? SHE HAS DONE NOTHING BUT STOOD BY YOUR SIDE," you slam him against the ground and pick him back up adjusting your grip, you slightly shake him and yell louder, "AND THIS IS YOUR PAY BACK TO HER? RAPING HER IN HER SLEEP, YOURE A FUCKING DISGRACE," you throw him down hard on the ground and he smirks up at you, "She enjoyed it," your fists clench, stepping off from over him. You breathe a deep breath and turn around and kick him straight in his jaw. He spits out blood and laughs. Sylvia has her mouth covered in fear and all the other troops are staring in awe and whispering. "BACK TO WORK," You yell over your shoulder, when you feel a hand on you, "You're joining them today Ghost," Soap mutters.
—————Readers POV—————
You wake up, it's starting to get dark out, Ghost is in the shower. You patiently wait for him playing solitaire on his coffee table. He comes out limping, his back covers in red scratch marks, running from one side to the other, some even have blood at the surface. You stand up quickly to get a better look. You lightly trace his marks with your hands, he winces once you touch him. "Who- Ghost who did this?" he groans and flops stomach down on the bed, "Soap," he says quietly. Your face reddens. He's gonna fucking pay.
You go to your dorm and put on a skirt with fishnets, a lingerie body suit, and put your hair down, you wear a light face of make up. You lace up a pair of combat boots and slip a knife guarder on your thigh and slip your knife into it. You fix your hair one quick time before you leave in the mirror by your door and wipe the little bit of lipstick away from around your lip. You open the door and take a deep breath. Shutting it behind you, strutting your way to his office.