What lies underneath the mask

Traning day

When I was a child, I remember what my father had told me, don't talk to strangers, like any other parent would tell their child, but then I remembers something else, uncle tom watching me from my bedroom door. He wasn't a stranger. Not at all, I still remember those nights.

I left a gloved hand touch my shoulder, my body jolts out from my bed, I find myself looking at someone familiar " relax Bloody Mary.." an accent answers, Bloody Mary was my code name, I got it from combat, years of being apart of the army led me into task 141, Bloody Mary referred to how bloody I would look coming out of battle.

I felt his hand retract from my shoulder and he looked at me. Those brown eyes.. so enticing. " Mary. " he said with a hit of irritation in his voice, my eyes shifted to look at his " y-yes sir?" Ghost sighed and stepped back a little " price wants me to help brush up on you hand to hand combat training. " I nodded as he spoke, " get ready and meet me outside." He huffed before exiting my room.

I stood from my bed, my feet hitting the cold floor sent a shiver up my spine, I stood and wakes over to the dresser that was in my room, what would I even wear to be thrown around by Simon fucking Riley in? I snatched a sports bra and some leggings from the drawer before closing it.

I started to remove my pajamas, I paused. My bedroom door opened wide " oh I forgot-" ghost spoke before looking at me, my body fully undressed, I was facing my dresser but he still saw..well everything.

The door immediately slammed as he closed it, I felt my face heat up and I quickly put my clothes on " fuck. Fuck. Fuck!" I slid on my jacket and zipped it up before exiting my room " I-I'm so sorry sim- .. g-ghost I should've locked the door!" He looked at me and huffed " ah it's fine. Don't.. worry about it I didn't see much" ( he saw a lot ) I sighed with relief " let's just get this training over" I hissed under my breath. Pissed, pissed off that he saw me so vulnerable.

I fallow his lead as he walks to the field, snow was still coating the ground from lasts nights snow. " okay.. show me what you got. " I carefully placed a bag on the ground before squaring up, I felt my body stiffen when looking at him in the eyes. I threw a quick punch, aimed at his temple but it never made it there, his arm swung up and blocked it, I felt his rough grove grab my wrist as he used his body weight to toss me over his shoulder, my back hit the ground hard. I leaned up little by little, now very very mad " fuck you Simon Riley.

Is that all you got? Shit you could hardly even hurt a fly with that combat!" Our training was tense, I felt his anger bubbling through his body as he through me back, I felt his hands wrap around my neck, his heavy frame sitting on top of me, I really pissed him off now. My nails dug into his thighs, I gasped for air as tears beaded my eyes " s-.. Simon you're hurting me!" I managed to choke out. I could see blood filling the fabric around where my nails where. He snapped out of it, letting me go to breath, he got up off me and started to track up the hill towards base. I successfully pushed this man too far. My neck stung.