Not to give you a Im not like the others moment, but something about you stood out.
Its not like you didn't fit in with the rest of the task force. You weren't cast aside like some outsider. No one hated you and wished you were dead. There was just.. something that made you different.
In fact, you got along with everyone at the base. You had friends everywhere, even outside TF141. Random recruits knew your name. They waved to you. Your sunshine smile could win fucking awards if it were possible.
You fit right in with everyone.
Well, almost everyone.
Ghost stared from the small kitchen in the common room as you took your seat on the sofa with the rest of your shared teammates within the force.
Maybe it annoyed him how easily you laughed at their corny jokes. Hell, Price wasn't even that funny. Maybe Ghost just didn't like you.
There was something about you that ticked him off. Your presence had him on edge. He couldn't quite describe why. You just did.
Pushing his mask up to the bridge of his nose, he took a slow drink of the tea in his white mug. Brown eyes stared venomously into the back of your head.
You let out another giggle, turning to face Soap.
Ghost shifted his gaze to the window. Rain padded harshly on the glass, an unwelcoming sight. He adjusted his hip in his chair, sighing.
Maybe he didn't hate you.
Maybe it was something else.
"Let's play a game." Soap said playfully, smiling.
Gaz rolled his eyes, though a smile tugged on the corner of his mouth. He scoffed, smirking at Soap's words. "Got shit else to do, why the hell not?"
It was your words that interested Ghost.
"Like what?"
Good question, Y/N.
Gaz nudged Soap with his elbow, whispering something in his ear. This caught your attention. You smiled, narrowing your eyes at the two boys across from you.
Ghost glared at them, wondering just what the fuck they were over there gossiping about.
It was the grin of Soap's smug little face that made Ghost want to reach over and pull you away from them all. He knew what that shit eating grin meant.
"Smash or pass," Soap giggled out, looking at you, "Price."
You didn't miss a beat.
Nose scrunched up, you shook your head. "Pass, no thank you."
What a good little thing you are.
Now, it wasn't that you thought Price was ugly. He wasn't, and you knew this. The man had charm. His voice was attractive enough, and his eyes..
But, he just wasn't the type that made your knees give in.
It was then Soap grinned once more. This time, his eyes looked passed Y/N, staring directly at Ghost.
Metal scraped harshly on wood as Ghost pushed himself out from the table, standing up. He set the mug into the dishwasher, his eyes never leaving Soap. It was a silent threat, daring him to say it.
"Smash or pass.. LT Ghost."
This made you shift in your seat. Your back was still him, still innocently unaware of your higher up being in the room with you all.
Soap did this on purpose. He was poking a hibernating bear with a flimsy little stick. What an annoying little wanker. He knew better than to fuck around like this.
Soap saw it all, though.
He saw the primal, almost posessive look igniting in those brown eyes of Ghosts when any new recruits tried shooting their shot with you.
You weren't Ghost's type in the slightest. He normall went for taller people, someone who would do anything he said without him having to ask twice. That wasn't you.
You liked questioning everything. There was always a glint in your eye when your hand shot in the air during meetings or training. You knew to question everything, to second guess and stay cautious.
There was just something about you that piqued his interest. He didn't dare let a soul lay their finger on you.
Your giggling caused the two men to break eye contact. Both their eyes glued to you, waiting impatiently for your answer.
A polite smile played on your lips as you looked at Soap. "He and I don't speak often. It's rude to base my decision on what little interactions we've had, don't you think?"
Ghost stared at the back of your hair. You took care of it, you handled yourself well. God, what a good girl/boy you were.
His head tilted slightly, imaging what it would feel like to grab a fistful of your locks and shove you to your knees. That would be your reward, a mouthful of his cock, along with tears and running mascara.
If you'd allow it, he would face fuck you like that in front of all of the men in this room.
"Get to know him, then." Gaz grunted out, nodding his head at Ghost.
Ghost rolled his eyes, lazily folding his arms over his chest and looking over them all.
Your head turned slowly as you twisted your body. It wasn't long before your eyes locked with Ghosts for the very first time.
"Lieutenant." You speak softly with a smile. Your head nodded at him in a polite hello, a show of respect to him. Maybe even submission.
Ghost hoped it was submission.
He fixed his mask back over his face. His eyes lazily looked down at you, catching your gaze for the first time. Something about the staring made the room fall silent.
Your eyes.. they were unlike anything Ghost had seen. If he wasn't being stared at by a room full of men, he would've lost his breath at the sight of them.
You caught your bottom lip between your teeth. Ghosts eyes stayed glued onto that, watching and wishing it was him biting your lip.
"Private." He grunted out, nodding back to you.
Ghosts eyes shifted over your to your legs as you adjusted slightly in your seat. No one seemed to notice the slight squirming except for him. Good. He was good at reading body language like that.
Your knees brushed together as you tore your eyes away from him.
He cocked a lazy half grin underneath his mask. He made you nervous. You just gave it away without even saying a thing to him.
What did he to that made you feel such things?
Was it the not so subtle glances he stole in the training room when you were on the treadmill? Or maybe it was him lingering in the halls, watching you walk and talk with what look like your friends.
Maybe it was how he sometimes gave you the dessert portion of his rations that one time you all went on a three month mission.
Nevertheless, you drew him in. In return, he made you weak.
Oh, this would be fun.
