COD, Bitches

1. Ghosty 'say his name'

Ghost was being a total D bag today, and I was having none of it. Soap too, always groupin together. I was thorwing daggers at one of the training dummies, as I thought about how mad I was.

So what if I was trying to have fun. I can't flirt with guys with out being made fun of. "Watcha doin in here?" I heard Konig walk in and ask.

I glanced at him, and threw another dagger. He was quiet for a moment as he didn't come any closer. I threw another dagger.

"I'm sure Ghost didn't really mean it," He offered, and I rolled my eyes and walked to retreave the daggers from the dummies. "What ever Koing. He's just being a dick," I shugged ripping them out, imagaing it was Ghost.

"If he apoligized, would it be better?" He asked me, and that made me laugh. "Ghost apoligize, hes never even heard the word," I walked back so I could throw again. Koing hummed.

"Well we have to leave in 20, so what ever anger you gotta get out, do it now" He told me, and I threw a dagger so hard it almost dissappered inside the rubber dummy.

-timeskip-

We were trudging though the forest, and I was still angry. We were finding a place to camp for the night. We looked for another 20 minutes before we found a clearing of sorts.

"Alright two in a tent. Gaz and Graves. Rod and I. Koing with Soap and Ghost with Wren," Alejando spoke.

"Uh, she'll kill me" Ghost spoke up, and I shot him a look. "Make up, or sleep with one eye open," Alejando suggested with a shurg, and Ghost looked over at me. We all set up our tents, and I laid down immediately turning my back to him.

"You're still pissed?" He hummed, and I said nothing. "I really didn't mean it," He confessed.

'I'm sorry for making fun of you Wren' is all I needed. Well and a few days.

"Wren, are you even awake?" He asked and threw somthing at me. I turned over and looked at him. He still had his balaclava on, but the mask was off. "Yeah I heard you, go to bed," I told him and rolled back over.

"What can I do to make you not mad at me?" He asked, and I heard him shifting in his sleeping bag. "Good night, Ghost" I hummed closing my eyes.

I felt his hand on my arm and he yanked me on to my back. I gasped in to yell at him, but in a second he was straddling me with his hand over my mouth. I was confused, but also now aroused.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled though his hand, and he put a finger to his lips to quite me. I hand my hands on his wrist trying to pull it from my mouth.

"You can do what ever you want, Wren," He whispered. "I just don't like it," He hummed, and I again tried to pull his hand away. "I want you all to myself," He spoke quietly, and I felt both my hearts skip a beat.

"It's hard seeing you with anyone else," He leaned in close and his hips grinded on mine. He has feelings for me? Where? When? Ghost?

"You look confused," He looked down at me, and I only looked up at him. He moved his hand slowly, and I still felt that white hot rage. "Get off of me," I whispered, and he grinned again.

As he pulled his hand down it went to my neck, and I gasped as he started to squeeze. I grabbed his wrist now moving my legs, trying to flip us, or get him off. He was a lot of man, and he did not budge.

"Ghost, Ghost," I strained, trying to rip is hand off my neck. He chuckled, and moved his hips against mine slower, harder. "You're not going anywhere, you're here, with me," He hummed. I had my mouth open, as it was getting harder to breath now.

"Calm down, love." He suggested, and I loosened my grip on him a little bit and he did the same to me. "You can't tell me you didn't see this coming?" He hummed grabbed one of my wrists quickly and pinning it to the ground.

I clenched my hand in to a fist and tried to pry it way from him. "Ghost this isn't funny" I told him seriously, but we were both talking barly above a whisper.

"Say my name," He spoke and his eyes searched my face. "Ghost," I stopped fighting and looked up at him. "My name," He insisted the hand on my neck squeezing again.

"Simon," I struggled as I tried to get his hand off my neck. "Simon, Simon" I whimpered out and I felt his dick get hard agaisnt my lower half. He hummed and still held my neck, but wasn't putting so much pressure on it now.

My other arm was locked on to the ground as I had grabbed his wrist. He looked down at me, waiting for me to say somthing.

"Ok, ok. Yes. I know" I admitted and he hummed a grin forming under his mask. It was dark, pitch black but the moonlight was enough even in the tent. His large frame hoving over mine, my inability to really be mad at him.

"You knew?" He asked, and I nodded slightly. "That's why I do it," I smirked and he grumbled, sounding unhappy. I went to pull his hand away, but he was to quick to push down again on my neck. I winced as he did, and he let go of my neck to grab my other hand and put it in his opposite hand.

"Ghost, Simon. Wait" I spoke quickly as he now had both hands pinned to the ground. "Wait? I've been waiting for 8 months to do this" He chuckled and I felt my self throbbing underneath him.

"Since I first started?" I asked him curious now, and he nodded. He leaned down and I felt his balaclava against my ear for a moment. "Right when you walked in the fucking doors," He whispered and sent a shiver up my spine.

"Oh, yeah?" I countered, and he shifted on top of me, his dick now very hard. He reached down with his free hand, and started to pull my pants off. He still held me down, as he did this and I struggled a little bit, trying to get free.

I didn't like being held down, but I also knew he liked being in control. He pulled his balaclava up to just above his top lip, and with his teeth took his glove off his right hand.

"You better stay quite" He told me, and I smiled now. Ghost has feelings. "And none of this Ghost shit, Simon" He told me deeply and I felt his hand between my legs now.

"Simon" I shifted as he brushed his hand over my thigh. I let my mouth hang open as he did this, and I heard him hum in pleasure.