Ménage à trois | Ghost x König x FemReader

Chapter 3

I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off. I check the time, 6:30 am. I wanted to wake up early and get to training sooner to show Ghost I'm not afraid of him, plus I could possibly get there before he does. 

I get up and throw on my dark green cargo pants and my tight fitting black t-shirt, while I pull my hair back into a low braid. I throw on my boots and start to head to the front door where I'm supposed to be meeting him. 

I open the front door and am greeted with what seems to be an even colder air than yesterday, giving me goosebumps. I look to my left to see Ghost already outside having a smoke, just slightly pulling down his balaclava. When he notices me he puts it out, pulling his mask back up. 

"You're early." He says.

 I shrug, pulling up my arms to try to warm myself up, "wanted to get a head start."

He looks down to see my arms pull up to my chest, and I notice a look in his eyes. "Lets get going then," he says looking back up at me.

I look down to see my nipples slightly noticeable through my shirt. Fuck. I should've brought something to cover up with. He definitely saw. 

I give a deep sigh as I start to follow Ghost walking away from the base. 

"Where are we going?" I ask him.

"There's an open spot for training over here," he says, not slowing down his pace as he can clearly see me struggling to keep up with him without almost jogging. One of his steps were like two of mine. 

The walk was quiet most of the way. Him being his usual quiet self, with me not really wanting to speak with him. I forgave him for yesterday, but a part of me was still mad at him. 

"I spoke to Keegan," he says breaking the silence.

"Why would you do that? I can handle it." I respond.

"I told you I would. He was out of line. He said he feels bad, and he won't be doing it again." Ghost explains.

"Good. And thank you, but I don't need you fighting for me. I can handle my own battles." I tell him.

He just shrugs as we continue our brisk walk. 

As we start to approach an open field, he speaks, "we'll do it here."

I look to see a lot of the grass worn in. Looks like this was a common spot for training here. 

We position in front of each other, but before he could make his first move, I lunge at him, jabbing him in the throat, causing him to wheeze. With my other hand I quickly plunge into his stomach giving a hard blow. As he leans into the punch, he grabs my hand, pulling me close to him into a head lock, pulling out a knife from his side and putting it lightly against my throat. 

"This is where you'd get killed," he makes a tsk noise, "stop being so fucking useless and try harder. I can see your moves before you make them."

I put one of my hands on his arm with the knife, trying to pull it away from me. I try with all my strength to pull forward in hopes of being able to toss him over my shoulder, but he's too heavy. 

He gives a slight chuckle as he sees me struggle to lift him. When all of a sudden I use my leg to pull behind his knee, sweeping him off his feet, still holding onto the arm with the knife to make sure it doesn't cut me. In one swift movement I have him on the ground, still holding onto his arm with the knife, but this time up to his throat, my knee digging into his ribs. 

"That's better," he says with a smirk.

He starts to grab one of my arms in an attempt to throw me to the ground beside him, but with this, I drag him with me, throwing him back onto the ground too. I let go of his arm, grabbing the hand holding the knife and throw it on the ground and slightly crushing it with my foot, making him release the grip of the knife. I go to grab it from the ground as he reaches for me from behind. I swing around and slice his arm with the knife, him pulling him arm back, wincing,  I lunge at him, curling my knee around his neck and twisting around his back as he's sitting on the ground. I grab his other arm and pull it away from him. I now have him in a headlock with my knees and his arm being pulled in the opposite direction. All I'd need to do to break his arm is to pull. He tries to wiggle out of it but I won't let him. Finally, he taps on my leg, letting me know he's done. I hold the position for a second longer thinking if I should keep him here like he did with me. But I decide against it, and let him out of my grip.