COD one shot

You are my home

"Start!" Standing right in front of y/n was a significantly taller male built lean, and she was supposed to fight him. Not that she didn't know how to fight it's just that Ghost doesn't know when to stop, he doesn't know when to draw a line, not to over step..

Y/n had been training with ghost for the past four weeks, and during that time she quickly realized how unintentionally rough he can be. Even with him naturally being that way he's even worse when he's actually trying.
He uses your weakest points against you, he'll do anything to win even if it means hurting someone he cares about in the process...

He swings the first punch aiming for her left eye, but she doges leaning to the right and she slams her left palm into his face pushing him, she steps forward kicking high landing into his head. "You fucking slut.." his eyes grow dark hungry for violence, and y/n is his victim. She doesn't even remember him getting up, all she knows was that his hands were around her throat and a hand twisting her wrist attempting to break it.

"Ghost!" Soap calls out dragging him off of y/n "what the fuck?!" She landed on the ground breathing heavily processing what just happened.  Ghost's face changes, almost like he flipped a switch within his brain "y/n.. I'm- I'm so sorry I-"

Y/n ran. What could she have done? Sat there and listened to his shitty apology? She was done listening to him and his apologies, she was done with Simon Riley . She had no idea where her feet were talking her all she knew was that she had to get out of there, finally she stopped. "König's company building.." she whispered to herself. Walking inside, up the stairs and finally in front of his door. She stood there for what felt like an eternity trying to knock, then she started to cry. She was quite at first but then when she slid down the door she got slightly louder,  click click

"Y/n? Are you okay what happened?" He bends down taking her face into his hands wiping her tears. She can't talk, it was like her body was fighting with itself her mouth opening and closing, but not one sound made it's way. And each time she cried more "okay it's okay come inside." He lead her inside by her shoulders locking the door behind them. sitting down on the couch König guilds y/n's hands rubbing them with his thumbs "do you want to talk about it or wait a while?" gentleness coating his somewhat scratchy accent, as comforted as she felt here in his arms she still couldn't speak. She grips her shirt where her chest is, König's chest starts to hurt he knows all too well what that feeling is like, not being able to talk or breath properly. Whoever did this to her the poor soul was going to pay hell and back.

"I'll make you some tea, you don't have to talk about it we'll just sit here watch something until you feel better" he reaches for her hands to rub them but he notices something..

Something black and blue, it looked as if something had been holding her down for a couple days then he looked at her neck looking the same as her wrist, and there is only one person he knows besides himself who knows this tactic used for interrogation. Ghost.

He brings her hands up to his lips placing small kisses over her hands "I'll be back." We walked into the kitchen, even with the wall separating the two rooms he could still hear her quiet sobs and unsteady breathing. He was damn near ready to leave and go find him, Ghost is not going to live freely without thinking about what he did to her. Sure it was training but the mother fucker went too far. He was trying to kill her.

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