Modern Warfare: Ghost x OC

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The abrupt halt of the vehicle jerks me awake, and again I'm met with disappointment. I dreamed I was home in Texas with my husky. If only I was lucky enough for this all to have been a nightmare.

The team unloads from the truck with weapons drawn. Straight ahead sits a modest cabin, surrounded by dense woods. The dead of night acts as the perfect cover, the home is hardly noticeable.

"Let's do a quick security check, make sure everything is secure" Ghost leads the way and his men follow close behind.

Patiently I wait outside, although I can't help but look over my shoulder every few seconds. I'm still in Mexico, and for all I know those people could still be after me.

"It's clear" Soap returns to tell me it's safe. I exhale deeply, turning the knob to the front entrance with worry. I anticipate absolutely horrible living conditions in a place like this.

"Hmm, it's kinda cozy" I admit at the sight of the living room. I'm guessing it's some type of vacation home by how nicely decorated it is. There's one bedroom and a quaint kitchen. Perfect for a solo trip.

I mindlessly admire the old-fashioned western-themed decor while the soldiers regroup. Using the radio they update the General letting him know we made it safely, subsequently they're given orders to stay put until further notice.

"Okay guys, let's try to keep the lights off. We don't need to bring any extra attention to ourselves" Alejandro advises everyone but I'm too distracted to acknowledge him.

I venture into the other room to find a king-sized bed. There is no other furniture other than a nightstand but that's all I need. Without hesitation, I kick off my shoes and hop into the warm comfy blankets. As I'm getting comfortable Ghost walks in, "We're gonna be out keeping watch for any cartel bastards" he fills me in on the plan.

Taking advantage of our time alone, an impulsive idea pops into my mind. Now that we're in a place of calmness, I realize how attracted I am to him. The mask just adds to the mysticism of it all. Before there was so much going on, I wasn't paying attention.

He turns away but before he gets to the door, I pull my t-shirt off and chuck it at his head. "Bloody hell Mia!" he quickly faces me again. There's a tense pause before his aggravated expression fades into shock at the sight of my bare breast.

Too stunned to move, he ogles as I strut towards him in nothing but my denim shorts, "stay with me" I grasp onto his chest.

With little effort, he lifts me and forces my legs around his waist, "Are you sure you want this? Once I start I'm not stopping" Ghost whispers into my ear.

His irresistible accent sends shivers up my spine. I nod and go straight for his lips they're like moist soft pillows against mine. Our tongues fight for dominance, while he lays me on the bed.

"Ghost, everything clear your way?" one of his comrades calls through the radio. He breaks away from me to answer, "Yep all clear. I'm checking up on Mia" a mischievous grin spreads across his face.

With one arm he snatches my bottoms down, taking my panties along with them. We greedily stare into each other's eyes before he starts kissing down my body, beginning at my neck. I moan and squirm under his fully clothed self. He takes his time worshipping every inch.

Once he makes it back to my lips, I get a pleasant surprise. Ghost rips his mask off exposing his true identity. He's an auburn ginger, with a full beard. His facial features resemble that of an Irishmen but with icy blue eyes.

"I fucking knew it, you're so hot. What's your real name?" my hand caresses his pale face.

"Simon," he says, removing his tactical gear.

"That's so British" I twirl a piece of long brown hair between my fingers. I can hardly wait for what comes next. In what seems like forever, he's finally undressed.

"Now, come here. Daddy's gonna take good care of you. Let's start with that juicy arse of yours." his strong arms flip me onto my face without warning. "Oh, this is a work of art" he repeatedly smacks my cheeks until they glow red. Holding back my whines, I bite into the pillow.

"How many spanks was that baby girl?" Simon whispers. It's a good kind of pain that I can't get enough of, "ten" I struggle between breaths. Although I don't think that was really the right answer.

"Good, now up on all fours" he yanks me into position by my hair. Knowing that we're short on time, we skip to the good part. Completely raw, his cock pushes into me relentlessly slamming back and forth.
The bedframe squeaks like it's about to give out, "don't stop" my eyes roll to the back of my head, feeling his callused fingers grip my tits. I haven't been fucked like this in months.

"Wrap your legs around my back. That's it. I wanna be in deep when I nut..." he mumbles as he finishes hard. It was a quickie nonetheless, it satisfied us both.
Ghost collapses on top of me, for a brief moment before popping up to his feet.

"You're just gonna leave like that?" I wrap my nude body in the covers.

He scrambles to put his clothes and gear back on. "This stays between me and you, alright?" he adjusts the mask onto his face. Before I can give a response he takes off in a hurry.

Despite Simon being a stranger, I still craved his touch. What happens after sex is just as important to me as the act itself. I didn't expect him to confess his undying love for me but I thought we would cuddle at least. Ghost turned so cold straight after, makes me question what type of person he truly is.