Enemies.

Part Eight

You whine at the thought of him stopping. Taking a deep breath before each shot, you look back at him. "How long do I have to shoot?" A anxious lump crowded your throat, causing you to speak in a whisper.

"Until you finish..." He smirks, his grip on your waist tightening. A frustrated moan escapes your lips, bringing Ghost to finish his sentence. "The clip."

You sigh in relief before firing all of the rounds from your clip, not missing a single shot. Not. One. You set the gun down once again as you take a look at Ghost.

"Done."

Your eagerness brings a smile to Ghost's lips, driving himself further into you. "Hm, maybe you do deserve a little reward," He grunts, both of your breathing beginning to intensify.

This was what you needed. What you craved. Now that you were finally experiencing it, you found yourself enjoying it more than you should be.

The pattern repeated for the next few weeks, except you no longer had to get in trouble for his... punishments. They were a given. Anytime you saw each other, you always ended the night bent over at his will.

Feelings flowed in fast with you, but something always felt off with Ghost. Looking down at your phone and seeing his text, you thought it would be the perfect time to talk about what you were to him.

At 2330, your hand met the cold wood of his door. As it opens, your eyes meet that familiar chest. You can't hide your smile as he pulls you in his office hastily.

"What's the rush, L.T.?" You tease, his hands tracing up and down your body. "Rough day, need you," He mumbles against your neck, pressing kisses into your collarbone.

Your head tilts to the side, giving him more access. He brushes your hair behind your ear, his kissing forming a trail from your shoulder all the way up to your jaw. Your hands find his chest, "Ghost?" You whisper.

"Hm?" His mouth never leaving your skin. "Ghost," You say more firmly, slightly pushing him off of you. He hears your serious tone and pulls away. "What's wrong?" He asks, his hands falling to his sides.

You take a deep breath before continuing. "I want to know what I am to you. What we are..." You say just above a whisper, nervously fidgeting with your own fingers.

He chuckles, but immediately stops when he sees the look in your face. "Why?" He asks, his tone was cold. "We are doing everything a couple does, maybe even more, but we don't have a label. What are we, Ghost?" Your voice was more stern than before, feeling judged by him.

He scoffs, and your heart sinks. "We are teammates," He turns around and walks back to his desk. You couldn't believe what you were hearing, and all you felt in that moment was pure anger.

"That's it?" You hiss, "Really?" Your voice carried a hint of disappointment. "What else do you want me to say, Y/N?" Ghost's volume increased. "You asked, I answered." He leans back in his chair, calm and collected.

Your jaw clenches at his nonchalant behavior, as if he didn't care about you. "Are you fucking kidding me?" Your volume matches his. "What would you call us, then?" He began to get defensive which only spurred you and your frustration on.

"Not just teammates, that's for fuckin' sure! You don't see Soap and Gaz fucking each other every night. They are teammates!" You push your hair back in anger as your heart rate increases.

"Watch your mouth," He growls, his eyes narrowing onto yours. "Or what, Ghost?" You yell, "Are you going to punish me?" You taunted.

"Why does this matter to you? We were doing fine until tonight," Ghost was undeniably annoyed. "You asshole!" You walk around his desk, waving your finger.

"I'm not just someone to relieve your stress! I have feelings too," Your voice began to lace with emotion. "That's all you have been, and I haven't heard a complaint until now," He taunts, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you.

Your lips press together as you take a calming breath. As you open your eyes, Ghost tilts his head waiting for an answer. "You don't get it, Ghost. I'm not a damn toy you can use whenever and wherever."

"Not what you said the other night," He retorts, a chuckle escaping his lips along with his answer. For the slightest moment, you see red, crimson coating everything as you stare at him in disbelief.

"Fuck you, Ghost. I'm done, and this...." Your hands wave back and forth between you and him, "...is over." You whisper before turning towards the door.

You had never been more angry, hurt, or disappointed with him. Until you heard him laugh as you turned his doorknob.

"Can't end something that was never there to begin with, Y/N."