Adrenaline High

A Bad Name

Only the way the sound of your boots snapping off the floor of the helicopter sounded you to remind yourself of what had happened. What you did.
Two weeks you had been out on a mission and Simon did not make it any better with how you felt now or felt during it. He was always somewhere near you, whether it be behind you,next to you..or even the damned graze of a shoulder. The brush of a hand. A knee. And it was driving you mad. But now, you where tired. And felt dirty,as well as the fact of how the mission went.
The way the flames licked your skin as you set flames mercilessly to the ghost town that a cartel refraining precious cargo to terrorists alike: illegal firearms and drugs...lots of of them. And you utterly slaughtered anyone who stood in your way. You had enjoyed it. And that disgusted you bitterly. The way knowing that the earth was one last scum free. And the red staining your boots. And drying thickly in your hands and dancing on your tongue spoke to you like a whispering taunt. Almost teasing you with your enemies blood.
You remembered the gun shots. How you felt the blood soaking your clothes as you took down someone with a blade more than once or a gun shot at point blank...
Soap said one remark to you the entire mission,and that was after the mission. After you all had made your ways to the chopper.
"Now I see why they call you the Hound huh? A beast out there."
Beast.
Scoffing at the words you shoved past anyone who stood in your way as you weaved into 141s little section of the base and stormed to an open platform. Your body screaming as you leaned against the railing of the open platform as you heaved and let out a groan. Your throat burned.
You couldn't breathe.
You couldn't fucking breath.
Gasping shuddering breaths you dropped your rifle next to you. Not even bothering to give it as second glance or the though about having to return it to the armory for a moment. And so you leaned over the railing,your body shuddering and Choking on its own gasping lungs as the rain rammed onto you,soaking your every fiber... you could feel the metallic liquid that had stuck to your skin wash off...
Cleansing you...
Calming you...
Finally finding the ability to breathe a gasp of relief and life filled you again as your grip on the railing weakened and steadied.
"Fuck.. "
Inhaling deeply..and then exhaling you then shook your head and held back the bitter tears threatening to spill as you then looked at your now clean gun,also seemingly taking in what the rain had to offer as it pelted it surface as well as your skin with a sting.
Gripping to aggressively you then thundered your way to the armory,your wet clothes and agitated demeanor made most people walking past take a double look or scurry past.
You found your self practically taking your sweet old time with cleaning the rifle and your side guns as well as your blades.
Almost finding it peaceful to do so,cleansing.
Cleansing.
You never felt clean. You felt your skin twitch at the ache of knowing what blood didn't feel like it on it.
How..warm..how it cooled...how it went from life..to lifeless.
Shuddering as you shoved your thoughts away and went on auto pilot..
And time passed.
And passed..
And passed..
Before you knew it you looked up to see the time before hearing a choked noise escape your lungs.
It was already 4 when you had arrived back..
And now it was 9... you've been here for over three hours...
And had cleaned most of the infirmary...
Shoving the blade you where cleaning back to its spot you rushed weakiky,feeling the after affects of the mission and how your body shivered from the soaked clothes you wore..and you found yourself sneaking into the 141 living quarters and found none in the room. And then a note read on the counter,clearly Mctavishes hand writing.
Reading your mood couldn't help but lighten as it wrote:
'We're out for drinks Y/n, your good to come when your ready if not there's prices left over Chinese from the other night if you want it'
Shrugging you smiled a bit,your face crinking at it before you decided to eat it later when you where hungry,now..now you just wanted clean clothes and a hot shower to scrub yourself clean of dirt,musty smells..and blood that lingered.
Approaching your room you opened the door and shut it behind you out of habit before you then noticed someone sitting on your bed..and an oh to familiar Ghost mask stared back at you..
"A little late to be coming back yeah?"
Startling back you sucked your breath in harshly before you spoke quickly as your heart rushed and pounded into your ears as the moon struck off him..
"What are you doing here?"
A little to quickly...made you seem..afraid of him? His face quirked to the left slightly as he the stood up,the cot creaking beneath his weight leaving it.
"Scared Hound?"
"Your not awnsering the question Simon"
"And your not awnsering mine Y/n"
You couldn't hold back the shudder that came from you ..either from the cold or how your name rolled off his tongue smoothly...causing more than enough goosebumps to replace the ones from the cold.
And then he approached you .and this time you didn't move. After a few strides he was hovering over you,his head tilted to the side Abit,reminding you of a confused dog almost.
His breathe smelled of tea,black tea to be exact and cigarettes..and something minty? You then flinched slightly as his hand came up to slightly tilt your head up toward him as he spoke,and you found yourself subconsciously leaning into his touch.
"I think you've been left teasing and driven mad for long enough yeah? I think you've earned yourself a little reward Y/n,don't you"
With a shuddering breath you nodded and watched as he leaned close to your face,you then found that the mouth cloth that covered his mouth to his neck was missing,leaving just his eyes and upper face covered. Taking in the blond tight curls of his growing out buzz cut and the way his slight blonde peach fuzz grazed against his skin..Your body was buzzing alight as you stared his figure and watched as his eyes met yours and look crossed them. An exchange of knowledge? An understanding? But at that moment your weren't just a private and a Lieutenant. Not even two men.
You were just two Humans,trying to make the most on this planet,in the situations you where thrown into.
And then everything happened at once. The dark hiding your figures and his body still looming over yours mere inches from your face as his hand held it there.
And then, it happened.
Lips where pressing against your own with such importance,such neediness that you where both acting like you'd never get the chance to kiss again. And you didn't know if you would.
It was like sparks where pounding into your body and weaving round the air around you as you felt your body begin to buzz nimbly.
And then,you felt his hand that was now on your chin make its way to the back of your head and his other gliding down to the curve of your spine as your own danced along his body and one found its way to his shoulder and the other gliding and toying with the small curls that belonged to Simon. And just like that, as soon as it happened.
It ended
Breaking it and inhaling harshly you looked at the piercing blue eyes that stared at yours,catching your breath with just a stare.
He was sickening beautiful now...
And bitterly he spoke. Knowing he'd be leaving to most probably meet the others at the bar.
"Wash up y/n, and meet us at the bar when your ready."
Knew it.
And with that He teasingly traced his hands in sync to up to your shoulders to Down your ribs and then resting at your hips. And then his face leaned dangerously close to yours.
And your swore you felt a peck on your head..
And just like that. Just like all the other times from before he has left you flustered and in the dark,and alone..and wanting utterly more...and driving you mad...
And then you shuffled and grabbed a suitable pair of ripped jeans you had and a black pull over and clean pair of socks and boxers. Kicking off your boots you rushed to the bathroom..and within the moments of you undressing quickly almost at gods speed into the steaming water you had swiftly rushed to wash your body and hair. Scrubbing off any bits of gunk or blood. And just like thar you where out of the shower and practically rushing to dry off and get dressed as the thought of what just happened danced in your head...
Swallowing harshly you then finished drying your hair and styling it the way you liked it you then returned to your room and threw on your boots. Not minding the little mud that remained thankful for the rain that had stopped as well...and out you went to the bar..
Once you've arrived you soon found your way to the table. Given the fact that a drunk Johnny and Alejandro where not hard to miss with a Ghost masked figure sitting and sipping his drink quietl..
Making your way to the seat across from Ghost you could feel his boots graze yours. Just adding insult to injury about the height difference between the two of you.
And soon a shot turned to two. And two turned three. And then three turned to four..
The Burning achol seemed to sooth whatever emotions had burned inside you about the masked man..
And before soon you all where shots and bottles deep and loosened up.
Even Ghost was feeling the tipsy affects of the achol..
And just like that the night had flown by and you all had found yourselves walking to the base drunkily laughing and joking in the cold dew nights air and the bright stars that shown proudly in the winter sky.

Feeling the frost nip at your ears you where soon greatful to have made it back to the living quarters..and as soon as Alejandro,Soap,Gaz and Price all had hit the couches to "watch a movie" and their shoes where off they had passed out cold ..all the while you and Ghost had found yourselves in his room sipping on the bottles you had taken home...and then you glanced over at him,only to find him utterly starting at you with such an intense look you had to look away..
And off to focusing on the floor below you and the bottle In your hand, and with an audible scoff and grunt Ghost had stood up he tipped his head back and slammed the rest of his bottle,wincing at the Burning achol that throbbed down his throat with his Adam apple dancing along his skin,and you watched from the tops of your eye lashes as he had shut the door and locked it. Before he turned to you..and then you felt yourself sober up almost immediately as your face went red and your head pounded...and you watched as Simon fucking Riley kicked off of his boots and loosely threw his shirt off revealing a very impressive build. He was obviously huge just by looking at him. But now seeing his upper figure bare to you..you could say that he was huge and utterly a unit. And then you weaved your sight away as you watched his hand go for his pants...and then looked up once your heard the bummed padding of socks strike the floor and watched as he had sat down next to you. Criss crossed..and then he watched you as you had downed the last of your achol.
You then watched him study you,watching you as you fumbled with your boots and kicked them off..and then you heard his voice rumble alive, "please..look at me.." his voice sounded weak,cracking almost...like a whine.
Did you just hear that right? Did you just hear Simon fucking Riley ask?..beg?..
Swallowing thickly for probably the millionth time tonight as you faced him and felt a grip slip into your belt loop and pull you forward toward him,and it was like your bodies where made for eachother as they spooned eachother..and soon you found yourself kissing Him as your straddled his lap,his hands finding themselves into your hair and gripping your waist,both of you sporting two very obvious hard ons.. And then he broke the kiss before tugging at you pants and looked at you almost like a lost puppy would. And with a gentle sigh you nodded and almost like clockwork he had tipped you onto your back and was now in the process of unbuckling your pants and pulling them off your body,leaving you to shudder at the cold air that struck your built legs as he tossed the pants to the corner of the room he then left peppered kisses on your neck before he then cradled your back and scooped you up,leaving you to cling to him by your legs at his hips as he held you up and carried you to his cot amd then towered over your body...and then you shuddered against his touch as his hands creeped under your black pull over and danced alongside your scars of battles before and your hardened physique from the years of service whipping it into shape,causing your back to arch against his body as he practically used his large body to cage you in as his hands traveled down to your boxers and with a single tug your hips lifted off of the cot and allowed him to expose you to the cold air...and then his right hand dragged down past hips...
And within a moment your body was shuddering at the teasing touches..and with just that desperate but hungry...lustful..primal stare you got from Simon.. alone...you know you where in for a long night