Ghost- Enemies to Lovers

THE FIGHT

"You can go straight to hell Ghost," you seethe as you stomp out of Price's office. Heavy combat boots could be heard behind.

A quick image of you turning around and decking Ghost right in that mask of his floods you. It only gives you momentary peace though, replaced swiftly with your anger.

Ghost got you kicked off yet another mission. Everyone knew how excited you were for this one. How you spent extra time after training sessions preparing yourself.  Honing your knife and close combat skills just in case they were needed.

During last week's meeting, Price went over the mission in the intel room. Your ears perked up when he mentioned that this mission would be different from the others. The team would be trading in a battlefield for a ballroom dance floor. After weeks of dirt, sweat, and blood, You were prepared to beg Price to let you help on the mission.

His voice interrupted your train of thought "Y/N, you'll take point on this mission. You have prior undercover work and I'm curious to see you in action."

You cover your shock with a firm nod, but you can feel the heat of his eyes on you. Always judging. Always disapproving. Always there.

You've been preparing ever since you walked out of the doors of the intel room a week ago. Countless hours of Ballroom dance tutorials flooded your YouTube history. You even went out and bought a dress that was more classy and elegant than anything you've ever owned before.

All for Price to call you in his office the night of and tell you that your off the mission. You had no clue what was said between your captain and the infuriating man leaning against the wall opposite you. Price wouldn't give you a reason and Ghost just stood there silently with his arms crossed. Never taking his eyes off of you .

"You're not ready for this and you know it," he bellowed in that annoyingly thick British accent as you stomped down the hall.

Before you could think you pull your knife out and hurl it at Ghost's vest, hitting dead center.

You walk up to him and reach for the knife while he eyes you curiously, "Not ready?I knew just the right pressure to throw that knife so it wouldn't puncture straight through your vest into that cold fucking heart of yours. I know that if you were to lunge for me right now you would lead with your right foot and I could kick your left out from under you in a heartbeat. Your ass would hit the floor before you could blink"

The sound of Ghost's vest ripping as you yank the blade out of the fabric echoes throughout the hall.

You never took your eyes off of his as you put him in his place. He loved it. You couldn't tell but he was slightly smiling under his mask. He loved when you stood your ground, especially because of him.

He liked your fire. It was something you hid behind you quiet and complacent exterior and he craved it like moth to a flame.

"I'm one of the best recruits this base has and that's according to OUR captain. I excelled in every area we have from weapons and interrogation to observation. I can handle myself perfectly fine. But you are constantly undermining every-"

Ghost finally moves and steps forward causing you to take two steps back. "That's what you think I'm doing? You have no fucking clue Y/N." And you didn't. You had no idea that Ghost got you removed for his own selfish reasons, not because you couldn't handle yourself. God could you handle yourself....And God did he love it.

He didn't want to share you with anyone else. Sure he had to with the base and on the battlefield but sharing you with the outside world? Outside danger and outside men? No thanks.

"Well please enlighten me."

Ghost masks moves as if he is going to say something but is interrupted by Price.

"Wheels up in 10, lets get a move on."

Ghost nods still facing you. With one last glare, he leaves you standing in the middle of the hall way.

You're left there reeling from adrenaline...until you decide you weren't going to let Ghost win this one.

A smirk forms on you're face as you head to your room. You pull out your phone to text an old friend "I need that favor". You hit send and throw your phone on the bed and head to the closet pulling out that dress.