Ghost was quieter than usual today. Soap noticed during the meeting, stealing glances and looking at him. He stood next to him, arms folded over his torso as he stared blankly down at the map on the table.
Yesterday kept replaying in his head.
The soft curve of your throat, the way you tilted your chin up as he held it. Your lips parted, breathing shallow. You were inviting him to do something, weren't you, doll?
His eyes slowly gazed to where you stood as Price spoke to the team.
You were trying to focus on Price and his words, at the map he had laid in front of all of you.
Ghosts eyes staring into you made it difficult.
You weren't a part of this mission. Ghost had silently thanked any possible deity for that one. You were to remain here with Soap while the rest of the men went.
"Everyone understand their role in this?" Price asked the room, looking at them all.
Grunts and nodding echoed back to him. No one dared to question him in the middle of a meeting, not when he was as serious as he is right now.
Not even Ghost.
Price's fingers land on a spot on the map. He looked up at Ghost as he spoke. "I need you here. You need to be ready for evac an hour before everyone else. Got it?"
"Understood." Ghost nodded at him.
Now, Ghost was not the best driver, everyone knew this. No one fully trusted the man to drive a car or a helicopter. But, he could get the job done. Price knew this, he trusted him.
"We leave tomorrow morning, 6am sharp."
The meeting ended, the map rolling up and staying on the table.
Price made his way to you before Ghost ever had the chance to. He pulled you aside from the others, talking to you in a hushed tone.
Ghost stood at the door, watching you both shamelessly. The conversation seemed serious. Neither one of you smiled.
Your eyes broke contact from Price for a moment, staring at the wall as your eyebrows furrowed.
Oh? Did he piss you off, doll?
You look back at him, speaking again.
Ghost waited for you. He could be patient. But only for you, only for his little doll.
"Like a lost little pup." A stupid Scottish accent sang out at the door.
Soap lets out a chuckle, standing directly in front of him and blocking his view of you.
"What is it now, MacTavish." He grunted out, pissed off. He stared down at him with hollow brown eyes.
If he wanted to, he could shove the man away with ease. But for now, he'd play nice.
In return, Soap rolled his eyes at Ghost. He glanced at you and Price. "Staring at them like they're a fuckin prize you gotta win."
But Ghost already had won.
He just needed to take the goddamn prize home.
It wasn't like Ghost wanted to claim you or some shit. He was just fascinated by you. How you licked your lips, how they curve in a smile, how the seemed so eager to be kissed yesterday..
He wanted to ruin you.
Price had been the first to leave the room, leaving you behind him with his words heavy on your mind. He gave Ghost a brief nod as he left.
You followed suit, offering nothing but a shy smile at him as you attempted to walk by him.
Gloved fingers wrapped around your wrist tightly, stopping you from exiting the room.
"Careful." You say softly.
The tenderness in your voice momentarily stunned Ghost, causing him to loosen his grip on you.
Were you aware how weak you made Ghost feel? If you asked him to, if that soft little voice of yours, he would kneel before you.
Hell, he would slaughter entire city's just to captivate your heart. All it took was your word.
Ghost was not ready to meet your eyes. They made him throb, and not his heart. He needed to see them roll back. He needed to see them water and silently plead for air as your mouth filled with his cock.
He cleared his throat, glancing at the door as Soap left. "You ready to train today?"
The next words from your mouth caused Ghosts head to turn, glaring at you.
"I can't. Price gave me paperwork to fill out before tomorrow."
Fucking hell. Of course Price did.
Ghost let go of your arm, cursing under his breath. He left the room without saying a word to you.
Your voice called out to him. The frustration in his mind was ringing too loudly in his ears, he couldn't hear you.
Price. That goddamn cockblocker. Ghost would be giving him an earful after the mission was over, thats for fucking sure.
When he entered his office, he slammed the door a little too loud. The slam echoed in the room. He forcefully locked the door.
As he slid himself into his leather seat, he quickly worked off his belt with one hand and used his other to type up a shitty porn website.
Ghost shoved his mask off his face, letting his discard to the floor.
He glanced over at the top drawer of his desk, looking at it as he opened it. Inside was a shirt you had been missing for a week now.
Ghost would never tell you about it. How one night, he slipped into the shower room and stole your shirt that smelled all too much like you. Like your sweat, like your perfume.
Ghost's hand slid down his zipper and tugged down his jeans a little.
He laid his head back on the chair, eyes closing as his hand slowly stroked his length. Your shirt to his face, he inhaled deeply, using your scent for his imagination.
You on top of him, riding him.
You bent over the desk, his cock shamelessly pounding into you.
You on your knees, toying with yourself as you sucked him off.
Fuck.
He needed that shit.
Ghost wanted to absolutely destroy you for not giving him your time. You were his, you just didn't know it yet.
Embarrassingly enough, Ghost felt like some sort of horny teenager using your shirt to jerk off. The person moaning on his computer sounded almost the same as you to help him visualize.
He rolled his eyes back, moving his hand faster as a low growl rumbled in his throat.
This would be you soon enough.
