Ghost x FEM Reader SMUT

A long wait

It had been a little over a year since your first day in 141. The soldiers of 141 were welcoming and happy to show you around. You had earned the respect of your teammates by proving your skills on missions, as well as your dedication and discipline.

Soap was easily your best friend in the group, and Gaz was a close friend as well. You all would play on the old game console in the rec room (they lost more often than not) and you really felt like you fit in, you had brothers.

But then there was Ghost.

He hardly spoke to you in the year you had been part of 141, only ever telling you to "move" or giving you harsh blunt criticism. It was annoying, sure, but it was definitely really hard to stay mad at him. God, those dark eyes looking at you through that mask, and his deep gravelly voice made you want to do things to him. You never made it evident, but you had some serious sexual desires about that man. You scolded yourself for thinking such dirty things about your Lieutenant, but he made it really hard not to. You couldn't help but think of him at night when you touched yourself, quietly whimpering and moaning his name while you climaxed.

Today you were sitting at the table in the mess hall, eating breakfast with Soap and Ghost. Well, Ghost wasn't eating, instead he was doing his signature leaning against the wall in the shadows. You looked up when Soap began to speak. "Hey, Ghost," he said, shifting towards Ghost to look at him better, " why don't you ever take that mask off?"

Ghost grunted, "'Cuz I don't bloody want to."

Soap smirked, "is it cuz you're ugly? Are you insecure that you don't have an awesome mohawk like me?"

Ghost shot him a side glance, "that landing strip on your head? Yea, no woman wants to fuck that, mate."

Soap looked offended, "it's better than that mask."

You finished chewing and interjected, pointing your fork at Soap while slightly annoyed, "Ever heard of a mask kink, Soap? It's pretty damn common."

Both of them went silent and looked at you. "What the hell is that?" Soap said, fixing his mohawk a bit, "what mask is better than this pretty face of mine, and this mohawk?"

"Why do you think people want to fuck characters with masks?" You said, putting your fork down. "Ghost Face, Pyramid Head, Venom, Storm Troopers, Master Chief..." You listed, counting on your fingers. "They've got slammin' bodies, they're badass, and they're universally not ugly because they don't have a face."

Soap though for a minute, and finally said, "Well I guess I kinda get it...but not really."

You chuckled, "There's a lot of things you don't understand, dipshit."

Soap let out a laugh as well, and you changed the subject for a bit, before Soap stood up to clear his plate, leaving the room.

You hadn't realized it, but the entire time you and Soap had been talking, Ghost was staring at you, intrigued by your mention of mask kinks. He knew what you said had applied to him, and he wanted to know more.

You finally noticed after you finished your food. "You wanna say something or are you gonna continue standing there in the shadow realm?" You said with a smirk and a giggle, standing up with your plate and turning towards the kitchen.

Ghost continued standing there, watching you walk away, before turning and leaving his spot.

Later that night, you, Soap, and Gaz were in the rec room, watching a movie. You weren't focused on the movie nearly as much as you were focused on your thoughts of Ghost. You wondered what he was doing right now, if he had a large problem in between his legs that he needed help with...