Proving Myself To Ghost

A New Team

Author Note: Hi there! If you are coming here from my Konig story, Konig and His Darling, just be aware that this is a different storyline so the OC and Konig are not in this story and there is no relation between the two stories. This is an enemies to lovers slow burn romance with fluff and smut between the reader and Ghost.

Trigger warning: Strong language, Sex, rough sex, gore, and violence (between enemies), small mentions of past abuse (no details given)

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"Task Force 141 is the best of the best of SPECGRU and we've offered them our best to support them, which is you, Lieutenant."

"We don't work with them, sir," I argue in defiance.

"We have a common goal at the moment, so as of right now Kortac's mission is aligned with theirs, no more discussion on this matter."

"Yes sir," I state with a quick salute.

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"This is the new Lieutenant that Kortac has sent over," the gruff accent jars me back to the present as I look over to my left to Captain Price, my temporary command.

"Thank you for the introduction, Captain," I begin after clearing my throat, " I'm sure you have all already read some version of a file on me so I will skip the details and just say that I look forward to this joint operation and the quicker we adjust to one another and get this dealt with, the faster we can all get back to our lives. Other than that I think the only thing to add is that most people back home call me Boom, so if you'd prefer you can call me that over any formal title," I finish with a forced smile.

"Okay then," Captain Price steps forward once again, "I suppose that is a good place to break off, Soap, you can give her a tour and show her to her room," he finishes with a curt nod as he begins walking towards the door as the rest of the task force stand to follow.

I begin scanning the room, quickly realizing I wasn't listening when the Captain was introducing all of them. My eyes finally land on a short mohawk that adorned a rather handsome face trotting up to me. For someone who looks like he practically seeps masculinity, his crooked smile tells a different story.

"Ay there lass," the Scottish accent chimes in, "don't mind the lack of pleasantries, we're not huge Kortac fans 'round here," he finishes with a wink while widening his grin.

"Well, Specgru isn't exactly on the holiday card list for us either," I retort back with a grin of my own, relaxing some in his presence.

Soap pauses for a second before bursting out laughing, finding the joke much funnier than it was,

"Ay, that's true, that's true" he says after gaining some composure, "well, we might be professional competitors but I won't let Kortac's reputation speak for each individual."

I grimace internally at his statement knowing exactly what reputation he speaks of, that Kortac has no scruples of who they accept pay from as a private military contractor, unlike Specgru whose reputation as being so morally pure they might as well sprout angel wings and only in it "for the people."

"Well, I suppose it's time for the grand tour," Soap beams with a hard slap on the back, practically toppling my short frame over.

Not realizing what he did, Soap was already walking ahead without looking over his shoulder, assuming I was following which I took the hint and hurriedly followed.