Left without Hope - Gaz x fem! reader

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"How long has it been?" You look over to Gaz who was sitting right beside you. "three weeks and 4 days". He looked over to you, his eyes tired and filled with boredom. "And I am still stuck here with you, perfect".

"It aint much better to be stuck here with you is it?". Kyle moved in a bit closer, his hand resting on your knee. You looked him in the eyes, once again feeling a small pit of tension growing in between you and him. It has been like this for an upcoming month now. Small amount of touchiness, a yet always growing tension. Then it would almost every time end in 'Training'. Just you and Kyle trying to see who is the one winning the overhand. Secretly you liked it, as it gave you a moment of closure to him. Letting him win most of the time just to let your touch starved self be dominated for once. It was weird. 

Today was no less, Kyle grabbed your hand and bought you out to the backyard. A wrestling fight breaking out just shortly after, You wrapped your legs around his stomach, ending in you two crashing to the ground. Just seconds before Kyle would have landed on your wrapped legs, you moved them aside, now sitting widely on his lower half, stabilizing your body with both hands resting on his torso. "Guess I won". A cheeky grin forming on his lips. "Is that so".

Kyle moved himself up resting his hands on your lower back while turning you around to lay underneath him, legs now again wrapped around his lower half. It was the most intimate position you had yourself found in, in all the hours of "training". 

Both bodies close to another. Kyle lowered his head to rest next to yours. "You haven't been very concentrated in our past training sessions, have you? Made the worst mistakes just to have me hover over you again. I start to believe that this is what you want Love". The tone he was speaking on was low and raspy, the accent coming through even more. "Keep dreaming Garrick, I have been letting you win not to hurt the ego of yours even further" 

The laugh that quietly echoed in your ear made something burn in the lower parts of your body. A tickling sensation spreading over your lips. "mh What a shame, almost thought you enjoyed this closure to me. Because it surely drives me to the point of going insane". 

God this man would be the death of you. "Is that so, Why don't you show me then". His breathing stopped for what felt like minutes, not crashing against the bare skin on your neck any more. Kyles gaze met yours, now moving in to feel your lips crash against his. Just as you felt his lips against yours, the deep voice of Price came through your intercom. "Y/n you there? How is it goin" 

Kyle moved back sitting in between your legs. "The old man can really be a mood killer sometimes" All he did was laugh, interrupted by your hand grabbing his shirt and pulling his body over yours again. "Lets ignore him shall we? I am sure he can wait just a little longer" 

Once again you were about to kiss Kyle, being interrupted by a door opening to the house, you two luckily hidden behind the house by any one that had just entered. "Oh fuck, someone is here" In a matter of seconds, you stood up grabbing the intercom that is on your vest pressing down the button. "Captain, someone is here."

Kyle stood straight next to you, grabbing the pistole that he had placed on his thigh. His hand went to the door knob, twisting it slowly while raising the only fire gun he had on him at the moment. All of a sudden, the door got pushed open, revealing Soap with two bags in his hands. "Wow lower the gun shithead, its just me. What are you two doing out here anyway?" 

"Training thats all. Letting us know next time would be nice" Kyle bought the gun back to his holster, visibly relieved. 

"It is just Soap, bought him to make sure you two haven't killed each other yet". The voice once again came from the com, only being able to roll your eyes you moved your attention to the fellow scots man. "Hes lying he wanted me to surprise attack, he is just worried to leave you in a house with this rat of a person. Doesn't want you two to be fucking" 

"Gross Johnny, Kyle and I are coworkers after all." Handing Kyle the bags, Johnny put an arm around your shoulder, walking back inside the house. "You're coming back to base in a few days. Can't wait to have someone who is not fully retarded around me again"

This continued for a few hours, Johnny talking non-stop occupying you completely, leaving kyle to do all the work. It was nice to see someone else for once, giving you the chance to come back to your senses. The situation with Kyle earlier was pleasant but completely out of line. It was just something about him that made you spin. Erasing a line you had pulled a few years back when you started being around military guys. But Soap wasn't any different. The confidence that had surrounded him from the first minute was attractive, something possible no one could deny that met the infamous Mactavis. Ghost? He was just weird. Nice but odd. Probably ugly underneath the mask too. 

"Okay lass I'll have to leave you now, take care". Johnny pulled you into a tight hug, his hands laying on your back. He smelled good, most likely the cologne he was wearing. "Cya then Johnny". 

Without saying much to Kyle he left again. Closing the door behind him. 

"What an asshole, hes so flirty the whole time". A good strand of jealousy laying in his words like poison. "Completely killed the mood". 

"What a shame that he killed your mood, guess I have to go to bed myself then". Taking slow steps up the stairs, another pair of feet was heard behind you creeping a smile on your lips. 

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