Enemies.

Part Three

Embarrassment and anger form a reddish veil on your cheeks. "The fuck did you just say to me??" You hiss, while a laugh escapes Ghost's throat.

"Did I stutter? On your knees." His tone was calm, demanding. He crossed his arms, nonchalance within his attitude. You stared at him in absolute shock.

"Waiting," His voice was now sing-songy. "You'll be waiting forever," You ridicule, mocking his own nonchalant body language.

With no hesitation, Ghost grabs your shoulders and hits your legs from behind. You fall to your knees as he steps back. "Was that so hard?" He taunts, a smirk forming underneath his balaclava.

Flustered, you huff before you begin to stand up. His hand meets your shoulder, keeping you on your knees. "Let me go," You growled.

"No. You are going to do everything I tell you to do, or I will tell Price you are unfit for this unit." He threatened.

"Fuck you." You had never been more frustrated and annoyed with someone more than him. "Ah, ah, ah." He teased. "I didn't say you could speak." He whispered, leaning down to allow his mouth to meet your ear.

Your eyes roll, and out of nowhere, his hand grips your cheeks and squishes them together. You wince at the tightness. "Enough with the attitude." His jaw clenched as the words left his mouth.

"Bite me," You murmur between his hands. Ghost lets out a fed up sigh, letting you go of his grasp. "Do you know why you're on your knees?" He rubs his temples to rid the ache you cause him.

"No." You really did know. Most soldiers like Ghost don't request "one on one training" to begin with. And they definitely don't tell you to get on your knees for no reason. They usually want something.

He steps closer to you, still keeping his eyes on yours. "Ask me then," You swallow a nervous lump as his lower half blocks your view of everything else.

You groan. "Ghost, I'm not playing your games." You begin to stand up, followed by his hand on your shoulder. Deja vu. "Yes, you will. Now ask." He hisses.

It was apparent that you weren't going anywhere until you complied. So you did. With an attitude, of course. "What the fuck am I doing on my knees?"

"I'm so glad you asked," He says smugly. His hands reach towards his belt, but stop before it's undone. "You are going to do pushups until that attitude is gone," He pulls his misleading hands to his hips.

"What?!" You protest, not expecting that answer at all. "That attitude will be gone by the time you leave here." He pulls up a chair in front of you. You sit in disbelief as he makes himself comfortable.

"Are you kid-" Ghost interrupts you before you could give any more attitude. "You don't do pushups with your mouth."

How you wished you could slap that smug smile out from underneath his mask. You would have, but Ghost would have gone to Price. You didn't work this hard for it all to go to shit in less than 24 hours.

Your hands meet the cold mat as you start your punishment. Down. And up. Over and over. He just watched. No words came from his mouth unless you tried to stop.

"Your arms are shaking. But is that attitude gone?" He finally spoke up. Sweat dripped from your forehead down to the mat, your arms and wrists throbbed in pain.

"No shit, Sherlock. I've been doing this for the past twenty minutes!" You yell in frustration. "I'll take that as a no. Keep going." He growled back.

You were at the point of collapsing. It took you a solid twenty seconds to push yourself up. You couldn't take it anymore. "I give." You pant as your arms finally give out.

The sight of Ghost's feet approaching you gives you the strength to push yourself up once more. You found yourself on your knees again, rubbing the ache in your arms.

"Are you done with the attitude?" He asks, his tone a little bit softer than usual. You hesitate before you answer. You hated the power he had over you, and you really hate how he abused it. It made you want to rip his throat out.

But then again, he would force you to do every workout imaginable until the medics had to cart you away. You had your answer, and then there was the safe answer.

"Yes, sir."

A short laugh comes from his mask. "Good girl. Now get out of my sight." You were quick to get up and run back to your quarters, leaving Ghost without a delay.

Tears streamed down your face. Tears of anger, tears of exhaustion, tears of pain. And tears of pure hate.

You held it together in front of him because the last thing you would ever do is give him the satisfaction of your tears. You were better than that. Stronger.

You would've let it go, but no one has irritated you the way Ghost does. You hated him, and he hated you. And you wouldn't let him think he has you on a chain. You couldn't help it.

Ghost just brought out the worst in you.

You hold your fist up to the familiar door. Three soft taps before Price's voice tells you to enter. "Ah, Y/N. What can I do for you?" You take a seat, angry tears in your eyes.

"I need to talk to you about Ghost, sir."