The Masked Military Man // SMUT VERSION! // read description

the closet..

You and Ghost were partners on a mission. You traveled the building along each others side.
As you walked bullets flew your way and you heard footsteps approaching. Ghost quickly dragged you into the closet, not knowing where the bullets or the footsteps were coming from.

"Don't move." He whispered, his voice stern and demanding. His hand resting slightly on your hip.

You didn't reply and obeyed his order. The closet was cramped, your bodies up against each other as your back faced him. You couldn't help but squirm a bit to try and find room.

He squeezed your hip tighter in hope to keep you in place. "I said, don't move."
You flinched as his grip tightened.

"Sorry..."

You stayed there for a while in that position. All you felt was his breath on you and it abnormally began to speed up.

"Can you move your gun? It's going straight into my back." You tried to nudge away.

You heard him clear his throat. *"That's-um...not my gun."*

"Okay, then move your knife." You began to rub against the object in hopes to move it.

He sucked in his breath through his teeth "Don't do that." He slid his hand up your side.

"Okay well whatever it is, move it." You began to get annoyed.

*"i can't.."*

You scoffed in vexation before turning in a struggle to reach down and grab whatever was poking you. You heard him grunt and he leaned his head back against the wall to your touch and that's when your eyes grew in realization.
"Ghost, I-, oh my god." You dropped your hand before slightly covering it over vour mouth.

"Sorry...I'm trying to stop but you keep moving!" He whisper yelled with his voice grim.

You looked around the closet, trying to distract yourself from the awkwardness stilled in the air. "Do you need some help..?" You began before he interrupted.

"Sh." He added as he flung his hand over your mouth and nodded.

Your heart stayed racing as you heard footsteps running by, soon fading out into the distance. A few seconds later, you took off your gloves and unzipped his pants.

"Ghost? [Your call sign]? Do you copy?" You heard Soap call over the static.

Ghost slowly removed his hand and kept his eyes staring as he spoke. "10-4.
What's your 10-20?"

"East side of the building. Most of the enemy are wiped out. Last I heard there were still two on the West side.

"I need 10 minutes, me and Y/N need some business to take care of." He turns off his radio and winked at you before taking off his pants.

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