Ghost x Y/N | Fem : Debriefing

Part 1

Why were meetings so painfully boring?

Resisting the urge to close your eyes and taking a fat ass nap, you let your eyes wander around the conference room.

Gaz and Soap were playing a 'serious' game of tic-tac-toe and Laswell looked like she would rather be snuggled up with her wife watching Law and Order—not like you can blame her.

Then sound of Price's voice tuned out, completely when your eyes locked in on the man across from you.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

You didn't need to see his entire face to know he was giving you a 'Pay attention or I'll make you regret it' look in his eyes.

You roll your eyes in response and divert your attention back to Price, which only lasted a moment or so before you pulled out your phone, discreetly holding it on your lap.

Scrolling aimlessly through your apps, a notification popped up from an unknown number. A knot ties your brows together and your eyes thinned at the audacious text.

"You have the attention span of a squirrel."

It didn't take a fucking genius to put two and two together to know who it was.

"How tf did you get my number?"
"Also do not compare me to a squirrel..."

"Classified."
"You're right, that was an insult to all squirrels."

Your mouth drops ever so slowly as you peer at Ghost with vexing glare.

Acting on impulse, you kick his shin underneath the table, which unfortunately didn't phase him one bit. Another text from Ghost vibrates your phone and you didn't hesitate with your response either.

"Was that supposed to hurt?"

"What if I kicked you in the dick?
It would hurt then, wouldn't it?"

Your eyes flicker up, watching Ghost type his rebuttal. At this point, he seemed just as bored as you. His thumb presses the send button and your eyes fall to your screen and just as you expected...

"Try it and I'll cut your pinky toe off."

You force out a disdained sniff, Ghost was so fucking predictable.

With that a kickstart of adrenaline began pumping through your veins, taking on said challenge. Placing your phone down on the table, you hunch over and unlace your boot and take off your sock, all the while a daring grin played on your lips.

Sliding down in your chair, you place your foot right on Ghost's knee and work your way up his leg, taunting his threat. His body stiffens the moment your foot brushes near his dick.

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as you grabbed your phone to shoot him a quick text.

"Go on, Sir. You said you would cut it off."

Ghost scoffs at you as he leans back in his chair, adjusting your foot placement and purposely spread his legs open, granting you full access. Underneath the mask, Ghost held a smirk of his very own and begins typing.

"Cute toes. I see you got your nails done recently. Can't resist a woman with French tips."

It wasn't until reading that, you felt Ghost's gloved hand grab ahold of your ankle and forced your foot to press against his semi-hard erection. You felt his hips push into the sole of your foot, growing harder by the minute as his breathing gradually slowed down and became heavier.

In a way, you were enjoying this. Who knew the notorious Ghost, himself, had a foot fetish.

Once you caught on to the amount of pressure he wanted, you began moving on your own accord.

Your phone lights up with another text message.

"Keep going. In a few minutes, we're going on a mandatory smoke break."

A sly smirk tugged on your cheek before you typed back.

"Yes, sir."