Enemies.

Part Seven

Your breath increases every second his hands are on you. As you let out a quivering breath, you close one eye in attempt to focus on the targets, aiming through the scope.

"That's not fair..." You mumble under your breath just as a civilian target pops up. You aim, then pause, only Ghost's hand moves inward causing you to shoot. "Damn you," You shudder, his touch bringing goosebumps to your body.

"Eyes on the targets," His voice was hot on your neck, his chest pressing into your back. "You said I distracted you, right?" You can tell he's smirking by the way the words fall off of his lips.

You take a deep breath before answering. "Mhm," You admit, eyes still peeled on the targets. "Okay..." He chuckles against your ear, "Then let me be the reason you can focus too."

A gasp escapes your throat as his lips press against your neck. He watches your eyes close before scolding you. "Focus." He pulls himself away from you completely.

You look back at him to complain. He clears his throat then points down range where an enemy target pops up. You frantically point your gun, but before you can shoot, the target moves back to its original place.

"I will reward you as a little incentive to maintain focus. But only if you hit the correct targets." He takes another step back, his eyes revealing the smirk hidden under his mask. You groan in frustration before turning back around.

You center yourself, taking a deep breath and waiting. You watch the targets, waiting for them to come out of their hiding position. Civilian. Civilian. Enemy. You pull the trigger. 

"Very good," Ghost chuckles, his heavy footsteps slowly thudding toward you. You felt his presence lingering over your own, but you refused to mess this up. Not with the way you craved him to finish what he started.

Another enemy, another shot. "Just like that," He whispers, his hands slowly snaking around your waist. You let out a shuddering breath but your eyes remained where they were supposed to be.

His hands roamed your body, each touch sent a chill up your spine. You wanted more, and you knew that shooting the enemy targets would get you more. Each correct shot got you closer to what you wanted.

"Good girl," All of the praises that spilled from his lips only fueled your desire. You were focused on the final reward, which led you to make no more mistakes. After a few more shots, all of the enemy targets were down.

With Ghost's hands still exploring your body, you set the gun down on the table in front of you before turning towards him. "So, how about that reward?" Your arms wrap around his neck, a giddy smirk on your face as you look into his eyes.

He wanted you just as much as you did.

It seemed almost as if Ghost depended on your failure... just so he could be the one to teach you a lesson.

"Do you think you deserve it?" His hands find themselves gripping your hips. A playful glint flashes across his eyes as you laugh to yourself. "After the stunt you pulled the other day..." You bring him closer to you, "I think you owe me."

A dark chuckle emerges from his lips. "I don't owe you shit, sweetheart," He twists your hips to turn you around, one hand meeting the nape of your neck as he bends you over the table.

"But I am a man of my word," His chest rests against your back, his hand pinning your face to the table. The cold steel of the gun caressed your cheek as you attempt to look back at him. "This the reward you're looking for, hm?"

You whimper as his hand presses your face deeper into the table, his other hand slowly undoing his belt, then yours. You swallow the nervous lump in your throat.

"Pick up the gun. We're not done," He demands, still undressing the both of you. The hand pinning you down releases, allowing you to grab the gun. "Shoot that target," He points to a stationary target in the middle of the range.

He completely exposes your lower half along with his, slowly teasing you from behind. The contact makes your breath hitch. "We are still working on your focus, yeah?" His voice pooled with need.

"Miss the target, and I stop."