Let There Be Light

Chapter Twenty One

               The plane ride back home was a long and exhausting one. Soap and Gaz wouldn't stop mimicking the sounds you had made in the hotel room at the Gala. Your face burned bright red, and it wasn't until Ghost had threatened their lives that they actually shut the fuck up. Deep down, it made you laugh that everyone was so fond of it, Price especially. His words on the way back from Mexico still played in your mind over and over.

Price was like the father or even the uncle figure to everyone and you often wondered if he had someone back home waiting for him. You always hated that question since you were a lone wolf, and although most days you enjoyed it, some days were harder than others.

The plane finally landed after what seemed like an eternity and the pilot helped load up everyone's bags into the back of the Jeep. Everyone gets in and Ghost sits in the back with you and Gaz. Like always, you were always in the middle, but this time you didn't mind. Ghost stretched out his left arm and placed it on the back of the seat, allowing you to rest your head onto him. The plane ride made you sleepy, even if you did take a few naps on the way back.

His arm pulls you closer to him and you listen to his faint heartbeat, your favorite sound. No one said anything on the way home, probably for the fact that Ghost was being serious on the plane. You couldn't deny it either, it was getting annoying and played out.

The Jeep pulled into the driveway at the house, and you had never been so happy to see this place – shit, everyone felt that way. Price slammed the Jeep into park, not waiting any longer than to be in the comfort of his own home. You get out, following Ghost to grab your bags.

"I'll get them. You go inside," he tells you. You ignore him and reach for your bag. He jerks it back and gives you a stern look. You roll your eyes in a playful way and head towards the house.

"She's perfect for you LT" you heard Soap tell Ghost and a smile formed on your face. When you walked into the house, you were greeted by Laswell.

"This seems to be your usual way of greeting us huh? Breaking and entering". You had a playful tone in your voice, but deep down you were aggravated. Mainly from lack of sleep and every time you were in this woman's presence, some kind of shit was going down.

She puts her head down and chuckles, "Well considering I paid for this house, I think I will come and go as I please". You nod your head back and forth. Touche. "Well, what do I owe the pleasure?" your sarcasm coming out.

"Take a seat on the couch. I'll get the rest of the guys". Her tone was stern and to the point. One thing about Laswell, she wasn't one to sit and chit chat. Her time was precious, and she did not like for it to be wasted. Although, she was probably a sloppy drunk. She exists out of the house, and you could hear Price and her talking. Her whole demeanor had changed, and you knew that something was either up with them two or they definitely had a past.

You head downstairs to the bar to pour yourself a quick drink and then head back up but were greeted with Soap at the top of the stairs. "You selfish bitch" he says with a shitfaced grin. You look at him and them at your glass. "Snooze you lose fucker". He pokes his finger at your ribs as he passes by you and you slap him in the back of the head, both of you laughing.

Ghost watches you as you come from the doorway and enter the living room. He isn't in his usual chair, but on the couch waiting on you. You walk over to him and sit down. His arm wraps around you and he places a soft kiss on the top of your head through his mask. A warm smile forms on your face as you take a sip of Whiskey.

Everyone else soon fills the living room and waits for Laswell. Looking around, everyone had the same look, exhaustion and annoyance. Laswell is the last to come in and eyes you and Ghost before taking her usual spot – beside Price.