Chalice of Revenge (Ghost X Ruby Laswell)

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"Kate, any visual on Hassan? Intel from Valeria?" Ghost asks over the computer.

"Negative. Is Ruby doing okay?" Kate squints at the screen, and I quickly dodge it. There was no need to explain the ripped shirt and the bloody hand prints.

"I'm fine, promise." I grumble.

"I will inform you guys come morning in 6 hours on Hassan's move." Kate replied slowly as she tries to search for me in the camera.

"Sounds good, Laswell." Soap says.

The computer shuts, letting me breathe a little bit more. I loved Kate- but she was a helicopter when it came to certain things. I see Ghost leaning against the truck, his back slightly bent over as his tall demeanor looks up at the sky.

I should talk to him. I didn't want to, but who else was going to play adult? Not Simon. Never Simon.

"Hey." I walk next to Ghost, perching myself on the hood of the truck. Ghost looks up at the sky, his arms crossed still. He doesn't say anything, but I knew he was listening.

"I'm not trying to change you, Ghost. You'll always be Ghost to me. You don't have to prove Simon Riley at all- I get we all have parts of ourselves that just.. die. Parts we bury. As soon as you showed me your face, I saw nothing different. I just saw the Ghost I met. Seeing your face just made me respect you even more." I notice his head slightly turn to me, indicating he was indeed listening.

"I want you to be you. No one else. And even though I get irritated at how much of a jackass you can be at times, I wouldn't change it." I bite my lip, trying to spit out the words I've been wanting to say for the last two weeks. But it's been near impossible. "Here goes.." I sigh, letting my body fall limp against my bones. "There's something, Ghost. Something here. And I can't fucking pinpoint it."

His head along with his whole body slowly turns to me, his eyes and gaze softening. He was now positioned in front of the hood of the car. I look down, as his hands press in on the hood on either side of me.

"You mean that, Laswell." He wasn't asking, he was stating.

I nod. It was as if I could feel the distance close in on the both of us, the magnet effect occurring all over again like it did the other night. When he pulled me in then let me go as if my skin was made of acid. I feel my stomach turn, but not in a bad way- like an itch that couldn't be itched.

"You haven't really seen me." Ghost says looking intently into my eyes.

"I have, though. The good, the bad, the dark, the.. caring." I swallow, knowing those words would be hard to associate with his cold alibi. "You have a heart, Ghost."

"A cold one."

"No." I disagree, maintaining my composure under his intimidating look.

A finger lifts my chin up, making my body slide towards him. Into him, to rephrase. His hips straddled mine, and my body was almost fully pressed up against mine. I feel everything burn, tingle. Everything; I felt everything and nothing at the same time.

"I want you hate you, Ruby." His eyes widen as he looks down at my lips. "But I just fucking can't."

I swallow, feeling my body get even hotter as he shifts his weight against me.

"You drive me mad. I can't stand seeing you hurt. I can't stand other people looking at you in a desirable way. I can't keep my composure around you, I just can't; you're the only person. You make me weak and vulnerable. I hate you for it."

"I-" I try to speak, but within one second he tears off his mask, smashing his lips against mine. His lips were soft, warm, and wet. His hands aggressively travel to my lower back, pulling me in towards him to the point we were one person. I grab onto the back of his head, bringing him into me.

I felt as though I couldn't get close enough even though I was as close as I could possibly get. My mouth opens, our tongues intertwining as his body rubs against mine. His hot breath plays with mine, and a slight groan escapes from his mouth. His hand then snakes around to my side, cupping my waist in his big hands. All I could do was tug on his air and try to bring him closer to me as I leaned into his tall stature.

This was tension. It all was some built up tension that we both felt but didn't know how to communicate. How long did he feel this way? Even more importantly, how like did I feel this way?

I didn't want it to end, but it did. He separates from me, immediately turning to the side and putting back on his Baklava. He looks at me, his eyes reading as though he was mesmerized. He looked at me different, now. Different in a way that he knew I belonged to him. Not in a way where he was trying to avoid my existence.

"Ghost-"

"Get some sleep, Red." He looks to me, then walks off into the distance with no other word.

I feel my tingling lips which were still on fire. My body was almost shaking, and my.. areas were filled with butterflies. I've never felt this with anyone. Not like this. I wanted him more, craved him more. I didn't want him to leave me, I just wanted to be with his embrace.

I look behind me, seeing everyone on the cots sleeping. Thank the lord- how would I explain that scene to them? Soap, especially. I hop down from the hood, my head slightly spinning. I see Ghost's silhouette in the distance, by a tree.

Was this his way of telling me we belonged to each other?