Mexico military training base. 0730hours.
Ghost had stood watching her fight from afar, arms folded as he studied her movements. Realising she never made the same move twice meant it would be difficult to establish a pattern or even establish one at all, it was almost impressive how it seemed she found it easy to take men bigger than her down. Sure, she was six feet tall and had muscles that could put most men in the military to shame but she was still the smallest of the group, seeing how she had fought Graves almost brought a smile to his face. He had never liked that man, too smug, he had gotten what he deserved for whatever reason it may have been.
Snapping out of his thoughts once Price had blown the whistle beside him she stood with one hand on her hip in the centre of the men groaning on the floor, landing on concrete without protection would do that. He refused to even acknowledge any sort of feeling toward being impressed, she pissed him off. And it would stay that way. Price shot a look toward Ghost and he just nodded, stepping forwards between the men that had finally gotten off the floor. Standing before her, she had her arms folded over her chest and from this distance he could see the outline of the lace bra he had seen part of the evening previous, he still wondered what she looked like, if she had a smug smile when she saw how Graves had bled from the force of her kick. But pushed it down. He didn't care. He didn't care to know.
While he seemed to be in his thoughts she quickly landed a punch to just under his sternum, his body was hard as a rock but it still managed to make him take a step back a soft grunt leaving his lips at the force. He glared at her, she could tell by the way the fabric moved around his eyebrows and the crease on the bridge of his nose, sparring and jabbing each other. She knew Ghost wouldn't go easy on her because she was a woman, and that was a satisfying feeling when she landed a punch to his jaw. He had a pattern, she could see it already. Left jab, first. Then he'd step back on his right foot and duck a punch. It was a fierce match betwixt the two and she could hear how Soap was taking bets on the sidelines of who would win, taking the Lieutenants side purely because he thought of him as a friend and had clearly fought with him before. Neither of them said anything, grunting between the jabs that landed and the ones they didn't. Clearly focused on winning because of their pride, lieutenant and against lieutenant.
Ghost threw a punch and she managed to duck it and get to his backside, sliding between his legs and hooking one of hers around his right one. It was weaker and less dominant, pulling her leg back she pulled him off balance. With her hands she spun him around so she was on top of him, pinning his hips down with her own. He hadn't realised because he was caught up with the position, feeling her hips press down sent a wave of some type of emotion throughout his body, going to fight back until Price blew the whistle. "And Reaper wins! Ghost's head is out of bounds!" Be was absolutely furious about losing, she stood up and held her hand out for him to take and he did. Pulling himself up, he was angry she could tell by the way his eyes darkened. He narrowed his eyes as she leaned into his ear and whispered. "one day. I expect you win and finish on top of me. I've heard good things lieutenant" There was something in the way she said his rank, he didn't know what it was but knew that his breathing stifled and his body tensed.
But she knew she had won fair and square, walking to Soap she patted his shoulder knowing he had bet on his friend. "Better luck next time handsome" She hummed close to his ear, pushing the money he had held out back to him, shaking her head. It was fair to say that Soap had become flustered, and any one of them would be. They'd never seen her face but she held a certain aura, something powerful but otherwise unexplainable. Reaper wasn't someone for much talking so even getting a reply let alone flirting felt good. But the words she told, she meant. Regardless if it was a threat or a flirtatious comment. "Buy drinks for everyone" Was all she muttered before going back to training. It would've been peaceful had Graves not walked up to her whilst she jabbed and kicked at the boxing bag, sighing she continued. "Graves." The woman spoke, not even sparing him a glance. "You should be over what happened" He rolled his eyes, and she stopped what she was doing, turning to look at him. "Be over what happened?" She repeated almost as if she couldn't believe what he had said. Some of the men had sensed the tension from across the room and stopped to watch, their conversation was loud enough for them to hear. "It wasn't a big deal ago and it was years ago! Why are you still so mad!"
Reaper wasn't the type of person to flare up in anger or even get angry much, yes she was a violent person but pure seething anger wasn't something she felt much. She stepped closer and looked at him, hand beginning to shake and it was something Ghost had noticed. "You. Cheated on me. And shot me in training you stupid fucking twat" Her voice was venomous, and with her accent the way she said certain words was pure beauty. She could hear Soap actively shout "what?" towards their conversation. Graves stood his ground, and she stepped back to take a breath. Pushing her shaking hand into the pocket of her trousers and humming before thinking what to say. "It was only once! The shooting you I mean" If looks could kill and her eyes could be seen then Graves would've been on the floor by now. "You're right. It doesn't matter." She spoke coldly, going back to sparring as he nodded, thinking he had won the battle. Truthfully it didn't matter, it was years ago, but there was something about it that still hurt her.
She didn't love him anymore, or care he had cheated or even shot her. It was the fact she was the last person she had given her heart too, and now it seemed like a waste. Something she wouldn't ever be able to, or want to do ever again. Her hands moved quicker than her brain could keep up with against the leather bag, the wounds that had begun to close opening up and more appearing. Anyone with eyes could see she was mad about the whole interaction, and she felt eyes on her. So she left, back towards her room, sitting on her bed and resting her head in her hands. Taking a shaky breath inwards and swallowing any emotions down into the pits of her stomach. She hated feeling vulnerable to emotions, she knew it was human and that's all she wanted. But feeling them was worse than not having them, it made her scared. What she was feeling scared her.
