You lay in bed, still longing for a release at the hands of Ghost. Except, that was your punishment. He wouldn't help you. But you were able to... help yourself, you just knew it wouldn't be as satisfying.
Your thoughts were correct. It was no where near as satisfying as Ghost finishing what he started. You actually found yourself more frustrated than when he left you in the training room.
You still hated him. But somehow, some way, you hated him even more. You hated the way he left you wanting more. The way you craved his touch. The way he was the last thing you thought of before sleeping.
The day was filled with daydreams, better endings to your "punishment". You wanted more, you needed more. Everytime you found yourself thinking about him, you reminded yourself of the true asshole that he was. It seemed to work... for a little bit.
Back in the training room at 2130, you waited for you team. Soap was the first to show up after you. Then Gaz, followed by Price. He showed up two minutes late.
"About time," You taunt, teasingly checking your watch. "Zip it," His voice was low, husky. His eyes gave away the smirk hidden underneath his balaclava.
Price broke up the tension. "Alright, today we are running an exfil. You know your jobs, do them well," He says firmly. "He's talking to you, Y/N," Ghost hisses.
"Bite me," You snarl. He slowly walks toward you, bending over to whisper in your ear. "Careful what you wish for, love," His words linger in your mind as you prepare to run the practice mission.
Price was standing back, observing and critiquing. You, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz had to navigate through a training house, shooting only the armed enemy targets.
Once you retrieved the dummy, AKA your teammate, from an unknown room, you had to find your way back out in order for the exfil to be complete.
One by one, you quickly moved through the house, Ghost leading the way. You covered the rear, seemingly distracted by Ghost's words from earlier. Thoughts of him tainted your mind, distracting you from your task.
You each swept a room, clearing the floor before moving up the stairs. "Careful what you wish for, love'" echoed in your mind as you opened a door.
A target pops out from behind the door and your finger automatically pulls the trigger. Price's voice on the comms pulls you back to reality. "Does that child look like a threat, Y/N? Focus."
You look down at the child's face your rubber bullet had just shot through. "Shit. Sorry sir," You apologize as you regroup with the others. "Get it together, Y/N," Soap demanded.
You tried to regain composure, but the memories of Ghost's fingers and words commandeered your mind. Another floor, another sweep.
A target pops out. "Consider that your punishment," More of Ghost's words blur your vision as you aimlessly shoot. "Goddamnit, Y/N," Price's voice was stern now. "Stop shooting civilians." His scoff is cut short as the line disconnects.
Once again regrouping, Gaz speaks up. "What the hell is going on with you? This isn't like you at all," His tone was somewhat concerned. His chilling voice chimes in. "Fuckin' focus," Straight and to the point, just like last night-
"Focus!" You pull yourself out of the daydream, shaking your head in disbelief. Why couldn't you get him out of your head?
Last and final floor of the house, four rooms, and your "teammate" was bound to be in one of them. You split up, each taking a final room to sweep and clear.
You slowly open your door, gun drawn and ready. A shadow moves with the door, "Focus," Ghost's voice rings in your head. "Get out of my head!" You yell, firing shots as if it would rid his voice in your head.
"Fuckin' hell!" Price yells over the comms. You look up and see your "teammate", covered in rubber bullet holes. "Damn it," You whisper under your breath.
Shamefully, you make your way down and out of the house, back to where Price was standing. "What was that back there?" He yells as you slowly walk to face him. "I don't know, I-" Your excuse was cut short.
"You shot civilians and your own teammate!" Ghost adds on. "Let me deal with her," His words shut everyone up. "No! Endless pushups won't help with her focus," Price growls.
"I have a different..." His gaze turns to you,"Method." You glare over at him. "If you say so," Price responds. "Soap and Gaz, dismissed!" Price rubs his temples in frustration. "She better be a different person tomorrow," Price whispers to Ghost.
"Oh, she will be," Ghost tilts his head, cracking his knuckles. "Good. I need a drink. 0500 tomorrow. Play nice, both of you." As Price walks away, Ghost grabs your hand.
He pulls you roughly, your feet barely keeping up with his. "Where are we going?" You ask softly, attempting to maintain his speed. "Gun range," He said harshly.
"For what?" Your tone was bratty, unconfident in Ghost's methods. "To get your head fuckin' clear. Your performance today was a reflection on me!" He was truly upset. "I'm sorr-" He interrupts. "Shut it."
His grip on your hand was excruciatingly tight. He threw you through the gun range doorframe, slamming the door behind him. You gently rub your hand, soothing the pain.
"What is your deal?" You question his sudden change in behavior. "If that was real life, you would have killed innocent people! Take training seriously!" He yelled.
"I do take it seriously! I was just distracted today, you piece of shit!" Your voice matches his volume. "Watch your mouth," He threatens. "Your attitude is giving me whiplash! Fuck you, Ghost!"
His jaw clenches. "Relax, goddamnit," His voice a bit quieter now. "Get your head out of your ass. We are a team, I'm just trying to make us better." His tone was still harsh.
Your arms cross as you scoff. "It's your fault I'm distracted! You and your damn 'punishments'!" You were serious as ever and for some reason he was laughing.
"Well, let's fix that," He chuckles, setting up the same targets you saw at training. Watching your confused face, he hands you a gun. "You are going to shoot the armed enemy targets, not the civilians. Got it?"
The confusion on your face never leaves. "That's it?" Your voice was filled with skepticism. "Mhm," He mumbles waiting for you to begin.
You wait for the targets to start moving, keeping a close eye for the targets with weapons. A civilian target pops out in the corner of your eye. You aim, then pause.
"Good," His voice was inches away from your ear. "Pay attention," He reminds you. Your eyes scan the area waiting for another target. Sudden hands on your thighs cause you to squeeze the trigger at nothing.
"Did I mention that I will be distracting you?"
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Enemies.
FanfictionYou join Task Force 141 and are already making enemies. With your own teammate. Will you ever understand each other? Or will you continue to hate one another...