Ghost had become glued to your side for the next two days. During mealtimes, his hand would find your thigh and trace small circles.
It was if he couldn't get enough of you. Truth be told, he couldn't. You had awakened something inside of him, and he wasn't satisfied unless he was touching you somehow.
Today was no different.
Ghost nudged your foot again, drawing your attention back to him. Your leg found its way to Ghost's lap. From where you two sat, no one could really tell what was going on between you two.
He looked down at your legs tangled together, a hint of a smile on his face.
Soap continued to tell a story you were only half listening to. It was full of dirty jokes and random hook ups he had. Everyone laughed at Soap's antics, while Ghost reached over and traced along your thigh.
Gaz interrupted Soap's story with a funny remark which made everyone laugh.
Ghost gave a slight laugh but didn't take his attention off of you.
As the morning wore on and everyone got to work, Ghost found an excuse to be near you. He pretended he needed your help looking at intel on the laptop, standing behind you with his arms close on either side of the screen. Ghost reached forward often, his palm grazing yours, to point at items on the display.
Of course he would do this, pull you into his office later on in the middle of training just to be alone with you.
He knew what this would do to you, how it made you shiver and blush as he stood behind you and talked lowly over your shoulder.
"What exactly is this?" You ask softly, half distracted by him so close behind you.
You recognized the man on the screen, though. It was the man who you were going after on your mission in a few days with the team. You just wanted Ghost talking again.
His head leaned closer to yours, so his warm breath brushed against your cheek.
"They call him Az. One of the big shots we're after on this mission." Ghost's fingers slid across the keys to enter information as you looked at the display. As he typed, his body shifted, turning and brushing your side.
You nod slightly, and you try to pay attention to the words he says to you, to the information. Yet, you cant help but glance down at his hands as they type.
God, those gorgeous hands.
Ghost's hands paused on the keys as he saw you glance downwards. His fingers gently brushed your arm and wrist. With the left hand still touching your side, he used his right hand to reach over you to point at a new image on the display.
"That's Cain, Az's brother." Ghost said softly, his breath still brushed against your skin as the words escaped his lips. His eyes flickered over to yours.
You stare at the new man on the screen for a moment. He looks almost like the other man's brother.
"Is he a target as well?"
"Cain? No, he's not a target of this mission, but he's key to the whole mess we're in," Ghost's words were still spoken quietly.
There was no smile on his lips, but his eyes seemed softer than usual as he studied yours.
Ghost's hand gently cupped your chin as he turned your face towards his direction. He said nothing, just looked at you with his dark brown eyes.
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words fell from your lips. All you could do is look into his eyes and melt. He had you. You belonged to him.
