It's not like you were crazy, you were studdle... You think.
Insane? Not a chance.
You just knew what you wanted, and you were willing to go to any extent to get it... Wasn't that hard to believe now was it?
So, why does a man have your panties in a fucking wad? Why does the very thought of him make the earth around you tremble?
John Soap MacTavish...
He's your friend, your teammate... The man who occupies your every waking dreams.
You weren't in love...
Oh, who the hell were you kidding... You were in love, lovestruck even...
He flirts with you on a daily, makes you suddenly shy... Makes your flesh feel heated and your heart skip a beat...
You think, this could be it...
He has given you every single notion that he feels the same about you...
Yet...
Fucking Simon Ghost Riley has to rear his ugly skull faced mask and tear everything down that you had worked so hard for.
It's not like you hated Simon, on the contrary you respected him... He was your superior and had your back in the field...
So, why does he make your blood boil?
Simon thinks he is sneaky at hiding his feelings for the Scottish Sergeant, but you were able to read him like an open book.
He was in love with the Sergeant, just as you were...
Fuck, you both were screwed...
But...
You weren't one to back down from a fight, and neither was Simon...
You weren't one to usually make a scene, but Simon had been hitting every nerve he could today.
You and Soap had finished a training session, and while you let him win, it was an excuse to have the Sergeant on top of you, as he pins you to the floormat.
"Soap!" Simon's voice booms through the training grounds.
You and Soap had been deep in conversation, he stood just a few inches from you, his smile bright and contagious.
You can smell the sweat, his spicy musk... The shampoo he uses... You feel your mouth watering with need and want.
You glare at the Lieutenant, as he makes his way over to you and Soap.
"Hey Lt," Soap greets him with a soft smile, "What can I do for you?"
"Need you for something," Simon doesn't give details, knowing his real reason would make others question him.
Simon ignores the daggers you stare at him, and for the briefest second you can see his mouth moving, hidden beneath the mask.
Was the bastard smirking?
You squint just a little and get a better look.
Oh, fuck this... He was smirking... Pretty much laughing in your face.
You don't know where this sudden burst of confidence came from, but you were heated and ready to stake your claim...
"Hey Ghosty," you smirk, eyes never leaving his gaze, "How about later on, you and I settle this once and for all?"
Ghost is never one to back down from a fight, but he is desperate for time with Soap, though he has never been vocal of his feelings, there was something about the Scottish man, that made his broken heart feel things he didn't know could exist...
Ghost knows what you are talking about – he wasn't stupid... You and him had pretty much been cut from the same cloth... As crazy as he was, you were just as crazy if not more to some extent.
"Is that so, little girl... Think you can handle getting your ass handed to you?"
Your smile is wicked, reminds him of staring into the eyes of a lion as it eats its prey, "Such talk coming from you old man..."
Soap turns to you ignoring the hash out between you and Ghost, touching your arm, he gives you a soft smile, "I'll see you later pretty girl."
You feel your heart sinking deep into the pit of vial, that churns in your stomach as you watch him walk away... Now, wasn't the time to get lost in your head... Now was the time to figure out just how you were going to make Ghost submit and admit defeat.
-
It's been the better part of the afternoon, before Soap reappears... He looks tired and burnt out, but none the less gorgeous and exotic.
You're sitting with Gaz, eating a snack when he makes his way over to you, plopping down next to you, "Fucking hell, Ghost ran my ass into the ground."
"Smells like it too," Gaz wrinkles his nose, taking a bite of his apple.
Soap ignores his protest, resting his sweaty head on your shoulder.
"You doing okay, love?" You run your fingers through his messy, sweaty hair, enjoying the closeness this moment allows.
"Mmm, just tired... Keep doing that pretty girl, feels good."
If it had just, been you and Soap, you would probably take it a step further – but you have an audience, and Gaz knows.
He's not only your teammate, but someone you trusted with anything and everything.
Gaz gives you a smirk, rolling his eyes at the tired Sergeant; but if Gaz was anything, it was a persistent little shit who liked to watch you squirm under heavy eyes.
"So," Gaz starts up, "What's this I hear you and Ghost are going for a match later on this afternoon?"
You stare at your friend, mouth slightly agape as word had spread like fucking wildfire...
You feel Soap move, sitting up he gives you a questioning look, "Yeah, what's this all about bonnie?"
You stare at Soap, trying so hard to make this moment last – but you see him...
It wasn't hard not to see him, he's a looming shadow...
"It's... Uh nothing," you stumble to find the words, slithering out from your seat as you make your way towards Ghost – it was now or never.
"Why don't you look cozy?" Ghost leans against the doorframe, eyes sharp and unhinged.
You turn back to Soap, watching as he speaks with Gaz, "I was, thank you for ruining the moment..."
"My pleasure."
"You're a fucking pain in my ass."
"Likewise."
"So, what shall the terms of this match be?" You cross your arms over your chest.
Ghost pushes himself off the frame, hovering over you like a predator that found his prey, "I think you already know."
You grin, looking up into his hazel orbs, "I want to hear you say... it."
This catches Ghost off guard, you can see the flicker in his eyes, never once had he actually spoken the words – it seems foreign to him in a sense, but it makes him feel things, he thought a monster like him wasn't capable of.
"Fine," he takes a deep breath, "Whoever wins – the fuckhead, has to stop pursuing Soap..."
The smirk crossing your face reaches from ear to ear, "You sound bitter..."
Ghost moves closer to you, face mere inches from yours, "You're just gonna be pissed, when it's my bed he is in."
"Bold words... Can't wait to make you eat them."
-
You had drawn quite the crowd – word spreads like wildfire... When a match like this, takes place.
You can hear the whispers spreading from person to person...
"Wonder, why they are fighting?"
"Ghost is going to kick her ass."
"No way, have you seen her fight? She's a fucking legend."
"I've got twenty bucks on girly..."
"Twenty bucks on Ghost."
You stare at Ghost – knowing you both are nearly evenly matched, but like every soldier, there is always a weak spot.
You see him from the corner of your eye, Gaz is whispering in his ear...
You can see the realization dawn on him and know Gaz has told him – fuck.
You can see Soap growing stiff, eyes wide and frantic as he looks at you and Ghost.
Shit...
"What's going on here?" A voice booms over the crowd, stirring the crowd to a deafening silence.
Captain John Price – shit.
He steps into the area, eyeing both you and Ghost like children who got caught red handed.
"Lieutenant Riley, Sergeant Y/L/N... Care to explain to me what's going on?"
You're the first one to speak, eyes boring into Ghost's, "Nothing sir, just a training lesson."
"Is that so?"
Price isn't buying it, but he won't embarrass you or Ghost in front of everyone, "Well, if that's the case... Proceed."
"That's a tie!!!" Price calls it, when he notices the exhaustion in your stance and as Ghost favors his right side, gripping his ribs a bit.
The crowd is displeased – as they dispersed, you can hear the mumbles of wasted money, and though you knew something like this was bound to happen... It needed to happen.
Price gives you both a disappointed look, "Walk it off you two... Sergeant MacTavish, seems like you've got some explaining to do."
The gym is empty, a steady silence washes over you, as Soap stares his boots, refusing to meet your eyes.
You turn to Ghost, who only shrugs.
"Soap?"
He doesn't answer, shifting his weight from one leg to the other, hands hidden in his pockets.
You step closer, "Soap?"
"Would it have killed you both, to talk to me first, before drawing a crowd?" He speaks to the floor, but you and Ghost both know who it was directed at.
"I..."
"No, let me speak," Soap looks up, studying the both of you, "I..." He sighs heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose, "Did it ever occur to the both of you fucking idiots, that I love you both?"
You stand there speechless, while Ghost seems dumbfounded.
"You?"
"Yeah, you bloody idiots... I love you both, I didn't know how to tell either one of you, and when Gaz told me... It painted a clear picture for me... I want to spend my time with both of you, you both complete me in a way that no one else ever could..."
You feel so stupid... Putting your needs to prove yourself before even considering what Soap wanted or needed...
You turn to Ghost, giving him a sheepish smile, "Well Lieutenant... Since the match was a tie, you know what that means?"
"I do... I'm willing to give this a shot, if you are?"
"I am... But don't expect me to go easy on you... You're still a pain in my ass."
You both turn to Soap, watching as a heated blush covers his neck and cheeks.
"So... What do you say, how about we go grab some food, and me and Ghost can figure out some way to make this up to you?"
"You both are going to be the death of me, I fucking swear it."
