If You Have Ghost One Shots...You Have Everything

One Bed (Swiss)

TRIGGER WARNING - Slight gore (stitches) 

"One room please." Swiss asks the clerk of the motel. The man types something into his computer. You look over your shoulder every few seconds, terrified that the Catholics will find you. Swiss and you were sent out on a mission, to gather intel, expose an attack plan, and return to the church.

On that last step, the plan foiled and both of you had to run for your lives. You lost the coif to the maid uniform you stole somewhere in the woods. Swiss's preacher robes remained intact, just covered in mud, "We only have one room with one bed, will that work?" The clerk asks with a warm smile. You scowled, it was three in the morning, you had cuts all over your leg, you rolled your ankle several times, you were exhausted, and now you had to share a bed with Swiss, the arrogant asshole who always acts like he is better than everyone. Swiss smirks and side eyes you, "That'll be perfect, thank you." He pays the man in cash, and spins the key on his finger as you both start to walk down the hallway.

Once you're out of the clerk's eye sight, you lean against the wall, trying to spare your ankle as much as possible, "Y/n. I know you hate me and all that, but at least let me help you to the room." He offers his hand, you shake your head, "I can handle myself, thank you." You sneer, trying to hold back the whimpers and cries of pain that desperately tried to escape.

Swiss lets you take a few more steps before he sighs and picks you up and over his shoulder, "Swiss!" You whisper yell, still scared that someone will see you, "Be quiet Y/n, it's three in the morning." He scolds, his right hand holding the bottom of your thighs, making sure that you won't fall. You blush at his touch.

Swiss unlocks the door, still carrying you, He throws you onto the bed, you let out a surprised squeal, "Swiss this isn't funny." You say standing, moving towards the bathroom, "I'm not sleeping in the same bed as you." You argue, starting to wipe the mud and blood on your face, Swiss stands beside you, your shoulders nearly touching as he starts to wipe his cuts, "Pity, because I'm not sleeping on the floor."

He fires back, "Well maybe if someone could just stick to a plan we wouldn't be here." You say through gritted teeth, wincing as the gash on your cheek starts to sting,

"Y/n, I DID stick to the plan, it's not my fault those bastards found out about our identities." He mumbles,

"I was told to gather intel, get close to high members, and then bounce." You defend,

"Yeah sure but you HAD to fall in love with the head preacher!" Swiss shouts,

"I HAD TO DO IT!" You defend, throwing the now bloodies washcloth on the counter, turning to face Swiss, whose jaw was set, his eyes staring in the mirror, clearly he was bothered,

"You didn't have to, Y/n." He says softly, clearly trying to control his anger,

"I did. How else would we get the information?" You shoot back, tying your hair into a messy bun. Swiss slowly turned his head to face you, his eyes turned into slits, you gasp and step back,

"Not by fucking him, Y/n." He growls, throwing his bloodied cloth down onto the counter, he walks out of the bathroom.

You follow him and sit on the bed, looking out the window at the little highway town you both stumbled too. You take off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in only underwear. You can feel Swiss's eyes bore into your back, "What are you looking at, Swiss?" You ask, a smirk playing on your lips. You both have been nude in front of each other, it wasn't always in the most comfortable manner, but tonight, you didn't care, "Sorry." He mumbled, tossing the rest of his clothes onto the floor, "Can I lay in the bed?" He asks, you look back at him, his toned muscles didn't go unnoticed, "Yeah, of course." You say, a little in awe at how attractive he is.