Let There Be Light

Chapter Fourteen

The jolt of the plane landing woke you up. The plane coming to a stop was nothing shy of smooth and easy. The back ramp opened, and everyone seemed to get to their feet, grabbed their belongings and head towards one of the Jeeps. The walk was silent and awkward. Nobody said anything and the tension in the air could have been cut with a knife.

               You watch as Price helps Gaz into the front passenger seat of the Jeep, while Soap puts his and Gaz's bags into the back. You stand back and watch until Soap reaches out his hands to hint to you to give him your bag. He gives you a soft smile as you hand him your bag, and your smile quickly faded when a ghostly presence made himself known. You feel his eyes glaring at you, but you don't meet his. As soon as Soap takes your bag, you turn on heel and get in the back behind Price.

               Soap slams the back door of the Jeep and comes to the door that you just got in and motions for you to slide over. You look to your right, there was two spots available – the middle and the seat behind Gaz. You rolled your eyes when you realized that you were going to not only have to be sitting beside him, but probably touching him. You huff out a breath of air and move to the middle seat.

               Ghost jerks open the door and out of instinct, your eyes shoot up and meet his. The air that was supposed to be in your lungs vanished and you were stuck there under his gaze. His breathing was heavy, and his shoulders moved up and down to indicate his frustration. You break eye contact and finally get comfortable in your seat. Ghost climbs in and slams the door shut.

               The ride back to the house was an awkward one. Nobody said anything and you tried to press your thighs together tightly to avoid touching him. It failed. After about thirty minutes, your legs began to shake, and you gave up. Your thighs touching his and Soaps. You felt Ghost tense when this happened. Soap and Gaz kept looking out their windows and Price never once looked up into his rear view.

               It seemed like it took hours to get back to the house and when the Jeep pulled into the long driveway, relief took over you. "Were finally fucking home" Soap says in his thick accent. It was as if a weight had been lifted off everyone's shoulders and we could all breathe.

               Price puts the Jeep in park and Ghosts waste no time to get out. You go to follow him since Soap was taking his precious time, only to be greeted with a door slammed in your face. Fucker. You swing the door open and step out, slamming the ever-loving fuck out of it shut. Price peers from the back of the Jeep at you, "Aye, you okay?" he asks.

               You walked towards the house and didn't reply. You could hear Price ask, not really to anyone in general, what was wrong with you. The muffle chattered ended when you stepped back into the house. Laswell came from around the corner startling you.

               "Good work Harley." Her eyes beamed as she smiled at you.

               "No problem" you reply dryly. "Ghost. Price, whoever has the phone with the information you need" you continue as you head up the stairs. You don't bother keeping eye contact because quite frankly, you don't care. You just want to feel the hot water on your skin as you decompress from earlier.

               You reach the bedroom and roll your eyes. The thought of him being near you at all infuriated you. Yes, he was your lieutenant, but other than that, who the fuck was he to come at you like that?! Your mind started wandering to other places at the thought of him handling you. You hated to admit it, but it did something to you that nobody else had ever been able to give you. It was a feeling you couldn't describe, but you loved every ounce of it.

               You turn the shower on and wait for the steam to fill the shower. You take your clothes off and toss them on the floor in front of your sink. The hot water kissed at your skin as goosebumps formed from the temperature change. You let the water fall over your face. It burned but you didn't mine. You then lowered your head to let the water hit on the back of your head as your hair falls over your shoulders and the water follows.