I can feel my lungs burning with every step that I take and the tingling sensation on my legs that are crying for help.
It's been a couple hours since I met with Oscar and I still haven't been able to recover from it.
Price and the rest of them were only able to ask a couple questions before they knew not to push me too far. I knew they had heard the whole conversation so I didn't feel like retelling it word for word.
As soon as we got back to the building I ran inside and locked myself in my room, but then decided to let my anger out in the gym rather than at everyone else.
Currently I've been on the treadmill for about 30 minutes, going as fast as my legs would carry me, not caring about the cries for help that my body was giving me.
All I could focus on was the interaction with Oscar, the small hint he gave at knowing where Val was, the fact that he tried to drug me with the cup of whiskey.
I could feel the dryness in my throat slowly wanting to turn into a gag. I press the stop button and get off the treadmill, lifting my hands over my head to allow more air into my lungs. After a couple seconds I pick up my water bottle, drinking half of it in one go.
As I'm closing it I hear the gym door open, I look up and see Ghost walking in. He's out of his tactical gear and is wearing gym clothes, but still has the mask on.
He walks up to the dumbbells and picks up a set, going to the bench right in front of the rack and taking a seat. He looks at me through the mirror for a couple seconds before looking back at himself and starting his workout.
"Why the mask?" I ask after he's done with his first rep. He catches his breath before answering.
"It's comfortable." He says, picking up his dumbells again and starting his next rep. I count them as he goes, watching as the veins in his arms pop out.
I turn around and go to the bench press, loading up weights on both sides, deciding to go for a personal record.
Once I'm done loading the weights I go to lay on the bench. I hear Ghost get up, and he makes him way towards me. He stands behind my head, looking down at me.
"I'll spot you." He says.
I look up at him and it isn't until now that I realize that he's taken off his shirt and all he's left with is grey sweatpants. From this angle I can't see his torso much, but I do see some slight scars through this arms and chest, along with some tattoos scattered throughout.
I can't help but look into his eyes. I finally notice the brown spots in his usually grey eyes peeking through the black eye paint and skeleton mask.
I stare at him for a couple seconds before he finally interrupts the silence.
"Are you going to bench this or not?" He finally asks.
I finally snap out of my thoughts and nod my head, adjusting myself on the bench before reaching up and pushing the bar off the rack.
I let the bar go down towards my chest, pushing up with as much force as I could. I struggle on my way up, but I use all my force to bring it up. Once I push the bar all the way up I set it back on the rack.
I feel satisfied with my new personal record but as soon as I'm about to sit up I can feel Ghost's knee push down on my shoulder, holding me in place.
"Another one." He says, looking down at me.
I look up at him confused, not knowing what he was trying to say.
He lifts his knee of my shoulder and kneels down onto the ground, bringing his face closer to mine. He reaches around me and places his hand on my jaw making me face him, holding a tight but not painful grip.
"Do another rep." He says.
He lets go and stands up straight, looking back down at me and waiting for me to pick up the bar once again.
I take a deep breath before closing my eyes, deciding to give it another shot. I open them back up and reach for the bar, taking an exhale before picking the bar up.
Once again I lower it to my chest, but this time I struggle more than the last time to lift it up. I look up at Ghost, pleading with my eyes to help me lift the bar up.
He looks down at me, tilting his head to the side, watching me struggle.
Something about the way he looks at me makes me feel butterflies in my stomach. Almost like he's enjoying watching me beg. I use every ounce of strength I have to push the bar up, loading it back up on the rack.
"Good girl." I hear him say.
I sit up, out of breath from the chest press but also from the surprise of what he just called me.
I turn around only to see him already walking around the bench. He stands right in front of me, and holds my jaw in his hand once again. This time he's using his thumb and pointer finger to hold my jaw, the rest of his hand laying against my throat.
He lifts my head slightly, using him thumb and pointer finger to open my mouth slightly.
Suddenly I notice he has my water bottle in his free hand, and he brings it up to my mouth, letting the water free fall into it. I hold my mouth open, making sure not to let any water spill out.
He tilts the bottle back and when he does some water spills out to my chin. He uses his thumb to clean what spilled, slowly trailing it towards the corner of my mouth.
He parts my lips open more, slowly pushing his thumb inside. I can taste the salty sweat that was on his fingers from his own workout that he was doing.
He continues slowly pushing his thumb until it's almost entirely in. He holds it there for a second and I can feel a gag wanting to come out. I hold it in and can feel some tears welling up in my eyes. He start pulling his thumb out but I wrap my lips around him, sucking slightly.
I can hear his breath getting rough, see his chest rise and fall faster and faster.
Once his thumb is fully out he trails it down slowly, parting my lips slightly. He continues, going down my chin, down my throat, heading towards my chest.
Right when he's mid chest my own breath starts to pick up, and I can feel his finger start to slow down. I reach up and grab onto his wrist, wanting him to move it down faster.
He takes his other hand and grabs my own, making me let go of him and holding it down. He continues trailing down, until he reaches the top of my sports bra.
Suddenly I hear Soap and Gaz's voice getting closer and closer. I snap out of the trance I'm in and stand up quickly. Ghost lets go of me as well and heads over to the bench he was at, picking up the dumbells he set to the side.
Soap and Gaz walk into the gym, saying hi to Ghost before Soap decides to walk to up me to say hi.
"Marina...hey, you okay? You look a little red in the face." He says. I offer him a smile before looking down at the floor.
"Yeah, I just hit a new PR. It took a lot out of me." I say as I take a seat on the bench.
"Oh well, here. Take a sip, I'm sure you'll feel better in a couple seconds." He says, handing me the water bottle in his hand.
I grab the bottle and open it, taking a sip. Soap walks back towards Gaz and steps up on the treadmill next to him, getting lost in conversation.
I look back at Ghost who's already looking me through the mirror. I see his eyes crinkled a bit in the corners as he looks me up and down.
He looks back forward and grabs onto his sweats from the top of his thigh, pulling them down a little before picking the dumbells back up and standing to put them back on the rack.
I stand up and walk out of the gym, walking back to my room once again confused at my interaction with Ghost.
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A/N
Feeding y'all in this chapter lmao Hope you all liked it! Thank you for your patience on this slow burn lol
If there's any mistakes ignore them hehe had to proof read fast
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