Unmasking Ghost

Revalations

Ghost POV

What the fuck am I doing, I think to myself as I pad back to my room.

Silent insertion and tactical retreat.

I had opened the door to her room a few hours after I left her. I had intended to leave the jacket on the outside of the door but I couldn't help myself.

I opened the door and the soft light from the corridor illuminated the room. She was fast asleep gripping the covers around her face.

My eyes lingered on her and then the state of the room.

How did one person make so much mess in one night. Clothes strewn everywhere and a pair of knickers by my right boot. I picked them up and lay them over the desk.

I gently hang my spare camouflage jacket on the inside of the door.

If she's wearing any jacket, it'll be mine.

I had even left a surprise in the pocket for her.

Passing Soap and Gaz's room I hear Gaz say softly "did you tuck her in LT?"

I grunt in annoyance and keep walking.

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I'm up early as I try and keep my normal routine. Price had sent word that an evac plane would be landing today to take us to Estonia. No RTB and no stop over. It was going to be a long day and flight. 

The lads have had a pot of coffee going so I start my ritual.

Coffee and then circuits through the hangar. No weights to heave so I use my own body weight. Press-ups on an incline and plenty of squats and lunges.

Why does it feel like I'm being watched?

I head to the shower. The rest of the team are starting their workouts and I pass Taylor talking to Colin and Stew in the kitchen area.

"Lara's still asleep" Stew bellows over. He's a big guy. Sort of reminds me of a hells angel with a bald head and long beard. "She might as well be in Spain" he chuckles and I smirk under my balaclava.

I glance up at her room. The door ajar.

I open the door to the showers.

Empty - perfect.

Stripping off my sweat drenched compression shirt and unbuckling my belt and sliding it off in one movement. I peel my trousers off and toss my socks into the corner.

Leaving only my mask on I turn the taps on. My mind racing to the thought of Lara and how she looked in her T-shirt... fuck im hard.

I drop my hand down to my erection. The water starting to flood my mask.

The room is full of steam.

The door clangs.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK sorry!" I hear as I spin my head and press the front of my body to the wall dropping my hands.