Safer With A Ghost | Simon "Ghost" Riley

Chapter 20

Time Skip: 4 Months

Ivy had been transferred to another safe house, the location wasn't disclosed to anyone, not even Ivy. She had no contact with anyone, not her family, the team or even Ghost. He had requested Ivy's location nearly every day, but he was always denied, even requests of talking to her were turned down. Being unable to talk to her was turning Ghost back into a cold-hearted man. Price and the rest of the team foolishly tried to keep him busy but each failed mission of finding Graves only pissed him off more and more. One day when it had become unbearable for Ghost, he went to Major Flores himself. "Sir please, all I'm asking is for a fucking conversation with her." "Lieutenant, you know I can't do that." Ghost threw his hands up before pounding a fist on Flores' desk. "Why the fuck not?!" "I've explained this to you AND the rest of your team, it is classified." Fed up with an answer he didn't want, Ghost stormed out of Flores' office, shouting obscenities through his teeth.

New Safehouse

When she first arrived, everything went smoothly for the first 4 days before Graves and his Shadows raided the safehouse, again with the help of a traitor named Winston Harker. When they took over, they killed everyone in the house except Winston. Keeping him alive meant the army stayed away, the Major having no idea Harker was with Graves. Seems to be a lot of dumb smart people and a lot of smart dumb people in the military these days.

In the first few weeks, Ivy sat on her bed in the dark every morning for who knows how long, terrified of the men she now shared a supposed safehouse with. Her arms tightly wrapped around her knees, pulling them into her chest, silently hoping Ghost would come save her. That hope was diminished each morning when Graves came through the door. Saying, "Good morning, Ivy." every single time; his voice turned her stomach violently, knowing what her morning consisted of. Graves would assault her, and then they'd go on pretending like everything was "normal". After he assaulted her, he would force her to have breakfast with him, though she would refuse to eat anything he offered. Again she lost a considerable amount of weight until Graves started force feeding her. He would have her hooked up to a feeding tube against her will almost every day. The first time he force fed her after she lost some weight, he told her, "I don't like skin and bones, darlin'." Eventually, she grew tired of the fight against the feeding tube and began eating with him, but never made eye contact with him.

At first, the only time Ivy was allowed out of her room was to eat, go to the bathroom and shower, and if she pissed off Graves enough that he would torture her in the garage. She had been in the garage nearly every day for 3 weeks. After an extremely violent beating, something inside Ivy shut down, now no longer fighting him. Instead, she welcomed him in her room in the mornings. What was once hell for Ivy, was now a psychotic welcomed way of living. She no longer thought about the team or Ghost or her family. All those memories belonged to "old" Ivy, and "new" Ivy only lived to serve Phillip.

Grave's POV

One Week Later

Slowly opening his eyes, Graves looked next to him to see Ivy still sleeping. Placing a hand on her face, he kissed her forehead gently. Upon opening her tired eyes, she smiled softly. "Well, good morning, Phillip." Smiling back at her, he spoke with a tired tone, "Morning, Ivory." Blinking rapidly for a moment, Ivy shook her head, "I've asked you not to call me that." Her tone was harsh as she got up out of bed upset. He sighed as he rolled his eyes, "I forgot." His tone sounded annoyed. "You know I hate that fucking name..." she whispered through her teeth. Getting up off the bed quickly, Phillip walked towards her with anger building in his chest, "Fix your fucking attitude, IVY." He barked at her as he roughly grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him. Ivy rolled her eyes before panic filled them, quickly realizing her mistake as she saw Phillip's hand raise and slap her cheek harshly. The sound echoed in the room loudly as she stumbled backwards, her back hitting the post of the bed, sending a shocking pain through her torso. Putting her hand to her now red, stinging face, she began to quietly cry, "I'm sorry, Phillip, I didn't- I didn't mean to do that. Please..." She looked up at him through her soaked eyes as a tear rolled down her face. "Get up." Instantly obeying him like a loyal dog, she stood up quickly to stand in front of him, avoiding eye contact like she was taught. "Ivy, are you allowed to roll your eyes at me?" Phillip's tone was low and full of anger. She shook her head, "No, sir." "Do you need to be corrected?" Her eyes widened as she stared at the floor, knowing to be "corrected" meant going to the garage until Phillip was satisfied with her punishment, which never lasted less than an hr. "N-No, si-sir." Her lips trembled in fear, hoping he wouldn't take her back in there. "Good. Go get my clothes." Nodding with tears in her eyes still, she hurried to the closet she shared with him, grabbing him a shirt and a pair of jeans. As he stood in just a pair of boxers, Ivy set the jeans on the bed, and grabbed the bottom of the shirt, preparing to put it on him. As she slipped it over his head, he stared her down through still angry eyes. Seeing the darkness in his eyes made ivy move faster, knowing he wasn't a patient man. As she grabbed his pants from the bed she dropped them and received a hard kick to the stomach from Graves, nearly taking the breath from her. Hitting the floor, Ivy groaned in pain before quickly getting back up with the pants in her hands, "I'm sorry, Phil- sir." "Just hurry up." He spoke sharply as he slightly lifted one leg for Ivy to slip them on. As she did, he lifted the other leg and Ivy quickly pulled them up, zipping and buttoning them even quicker. Once she was done dressing him, she grabbed his vest and put it on him for him to fasten it. Finished with her morning routine of getting him ready for the day, she stood still in front of him with her hands at her sides. Phillip put his hand on her chin, tilting her head up to look at him. "I can't have breakfast with you this morning. I have to go and won't be here today, so Konig will be with you all day. Behave, my love." His voice was harsh yet smooth. He kissed her lips lightly and walked out of their room.

Ivy's POV

Ivy stood there, strangely smiling. She felt... accomplished? He called me 'my love' so he can't be mad at me anymore. Ivy quickly got dressed and went into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen she fixed herself a simple breakfast of eggs, bacon and a bagel. Sitting at the table she looked around the kitchen and settled her eyes on the coffee pot. Seeing that, she had a minor flashback to her first day at the old safehouse, when she first spoke to... What was his name? Ron? Rufus? She shrugged her shoulders, those memories weren't exactly hers anymore, but belonged to a version of her that was no longer there.