Cold. - Ghost x FTM reader

2 - training

You were still flustered from the situation that happened in the bathroom, but it dialed down in a couple of minutes. You decided to get dressed in black baggy jeans, a wifebeater, and some basic jewelry. You put your shoes on and then grabbed your gym bag to begin packing for the day. You filled your water bottle, packed an extra shirt and shorts, headphones, and your phone, plus a little bag of M&Ms. ghost sat down on the bed beside you, and opened his phone. you didn't want to look at him. not in a hateful or spiteful way, just out of embarrassment.

"So, are you going to training today?" he asked you, not looking up at you though. "oh, there's training today? i didn't know, but uh- sure." you said with a smile. you haven't trained or worked out yet, because you had just arrived the following day, but you were excited for your first session, since you really wanted to perfect your skills. once you finished getting ready, you and ghost walked out of the room together with bags in hand. "sooo..mind giving me directions? i dont really know where the gym is.." you snickered lightly, asking the masked man beside you. "yeah, no problem mate." he replied, again, without even glancing in your direction. you felt a little self-conscience about it, but just brushed it off again. "thanks." you smiled up at him warmly, thanking him. and he didn't respond nor show any sign of caring. ouch.

he walked you to the gym, where you saw members of the 141, and rookies working out and training themselves. it smelled of cologne and sweat, making you scrunch your nose in a slight disgust. but seeing all the sweaty men working out around you gave you a tiny butterfly feeling. you cringed at the thought, but still enjoyed the view. you went to the locker room, and placed your bag in one of the lockers, shutting and securing it before heading out to the stations, headphones playing music and a water-bottle in your hand. you walked through all the stations, until you found an empty treadmill, deciding on taking the chance to use it before anyone got to it. you stepped up on it and began jogging. it was pretty boring, but you tided your mind over by listening to your music and letting your thoughts go wild.

you were thinking about the situation from earlier. ghost leaning over you like a tower, his hot breath on your head while he reached for his mask, his arm so close to your body, him so close to your body. it was driving you mad. you kept on thinking about him, it was so stupid. 'god, why am i thinking like this?' you thought to yourself. finishing with the treadmill, you were pretty worked out already, but didn't want to seem weak in-front of all the other guys. you stepped off, and took a drink of your water whilst walking over to another station. you thought maybe doing some pull-ups would be good, so you went over to an open station. you grabbed the bar, and began pulling yourself up. you were struggling a little bit, and you were straining yourself, but you didn't want to give up in front of all the other men in the gym, you didn't want to be perceived as weak.

you kept trying, until you felt a pair of large hands grip your waist, sending butterflies erupting through your being. you were baffled, shocked, you looked behind you to see it was Simon. "don't stress yourself out, mate. you could get hurt." he put you on the floor, and rubbed the back of his neck. "need someone to spot you, Y/N?" he asked timidly. you were a little hesitant at first, but agreed. "alright, i mean- can i try to bench?" you suggested. "good choice. easier for me to spot you that way, Y/N." you smiled as he agreed with you. you and him walked over to an empty station, you lay down, and looked up at him towering over you. he had on a black compression shirt, and a black half-zip jacket and some baggy grey sweatpants. he must've been finishing up, who wears that to the gym. you could also see he had those gloves on. 'god, why does he always wear those?' you thought to yourself. 'i can understand the compression shirt, but sweatpants and a jacket? its only November, its barely even cold outside.'

"Y/N? you still here?" he asked, looking down at you while you got lost in thought. "oh- yeah, just a little bit nervous." you said. you didn't mean to get so distracted, its just your mind running wild. "right. how many weights you want, big guy?" he asked while grabbing two 25 pounds to put on the end of the lift. "Uhhh... I've never really lifted before, how much do you recommend?" "round' what I've got here." he replied, showcasing them to you. "its pretty easy. since you're a beginner, 50 pounds ain't that bad, eh?" you nodded, as he put the weights on. you lifted it up no problem, since you were pretty muscular already. you noticed he nodded in approval. "aye, good job!" he said. "you're doing great, should we add some more?" you thought about it, but before you could answer you heard a loud Scottish mans voice. "aye! Simon! wanna go train a bit with me?" ghost turned his head to the man, and sighed. he looked down at you and you made eye contact. "you wanna come, mate?" he asked, placing his gloved hands on his hips. 

you decided on going with him, and you sat up wiping sweat off your forehead. "yeah, ill tag along." you smiled at him and he nodded, walking over to his friend and your sergeant, john MacTavish. also known as soap.  you walked over to them and followed the men into the shooting range. soap and simon chatted for a bit while you stood there and observed, not sure of what to do. you looked around for a place to sit and saw a bench behind you. not wanting your feet to get any more sore, you placed yourself down on the bench and waiting. you saw ghost notice you and then mentioned something to soap, as he walked over to you and made eye contact. "you ready yet, boy?" that name he called you, boy, that made your face turn hot. you nodded, and he beckoned you to get up. "so, theres a room where you get into your gear right over there," he pointed towards a metal door beside the facility. "you should find your tactical gear in a package inside of locker 52." "thanks, ghost." you replied and smiled at him, before turning around and walking into the door.

you looked around, seeing the whole room around you. white tiled floors and a blue ceiling, gray lockers on each side of the room, long long rows and columns of stalls and lockers and cubby-spaces. inside of the columns, there were a few benches. you looked for locker 52, and once you found it you realized that it was way more clean and fresh looking then all the others surrounding it. you opened your locker to see a black package sitting in clear tape on the bottom of the locker. you picked it up, and sat down on the nearby benches, placing it on your lap and peeling it open. you took out a black vest, a dark gray sweater, a pair of black work boots, and flexible leather gloves. "hm.." you picked everything up and went into a changing room, slipping all the clothes over your own and taking off your shoes, tying them neatly and pacing them on the bench beside you so you could put them in your locker. once you changed, you put the shoes in your locker, and then locked it up.  

you walked out to the training area, to see soap already on a gun, shooting targets. you looked over to the entrance, to see ghost still standing there waiting for you most likely. you smiled as he looked over at you, and you walked over to him. "sooo, should i choose a section?" "mhm. go ahead, the choice is all yours. if you need help, just ask me big guy." "...thanks, si- ghost." you nodded and walked over to a nearby section. you got yourself arranged on the gun you placed down, an AK-47, and you started shooting precisely at all the targets. you messed up on a couple, but you had finished the first level. 'first level?' you thought to yourself. 'theres more?-' you then heard a voice from a speaker next to you. 'level two; easy mode.' you groaned. there were five targets that popped up close to you, and you were startled but shot at all of them, missing 2 but killing all the others. then 4 more popped up farther away, and they were moving towards you slowly. you shot and killed them in enough time, and the speaker then announced again. 'level 3; medium.' you took a slow inhale, and a quick exhale as the 10 targets popped up, moving back and fourth quicker than last time. you shot only 6 of them, and a red light shined from the targets you didn't hit. 'level restart. 3..2..1..' you didn't even have time to prepare, it just started you over again. you shot 5 targets this time, and it did the same thing after you failed again. 

you leaned against the wall beside you and gave up. "hey kid, you did a good job for your first try.. were not all experts at first, but you did a good job." you heard ghost say to you. "thanks, simon." you replied. you heard his footsteps, and you looked up at the man. "you wanna go?" he asked, placing his large, masculine hand on your back. you nodded, concluding your training for the day. 

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WOOO SECOND CHAPTER FINISHED!! sorry that it took so long, im currently moving out of my house and i have school, so it takes a bit longer to write all this up but thank you to the people that are sticking through waiting for these :)

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