Whatever It Takes | | ghost x soap x fem reader

22. Oh how I hate her.

Ghosts POV:

   I have no right. I have no right to be jealous and act the way I do around the base when I see y/n and soap. The way he makes her laugh makes my blood boil. The way he comforts her makes me want to punch a brick wall. The way he puts his arm around her protectively every time we're in the lounge makes my cold heart get colder. I should be the one doing all those things with her. Not John fucking Mactavish.

   Ever since this little redhead girl joined the task force my mood has gone from bad to worse. every time she fucking touches me I want to snap her in 2. I only let her stick around me in hopes of getting y/n wanting me back. Though I'd never admit that to anybody. Pathetic.

   If I showed Bella the real me, the me that acted like a dick to y/n when she first arrived, little miss Petrov would go running with her tail between her legs. I don't know how I put up with her attention-deprived ass. but it's all worth it if it'd make her want me again.

  Call it obsessive if you want. I won't deny it.

   Every glance from y/n sends blood rushing to places it shouldn't. I want to be upset with her but I don't think that's even possible anymore. 

   Now it's not even soap who just flirts with her. I've noticed a change in Konig too. I don't speak German fluently but I know enough to know what Shatz and Liebe mean. He thinks he can talk about y/n that way.

   My y/n.

   I sit in the lounge area with a bowl of cereal in my hand and my mask slightly raised. I haven't eaten in days but I force myself to because I know my body needs it. 

   Y/n, soap, and Gaz left a few hours ago to go shopping for her needed items for the mission. It's at times like this I wish I didn't have my fucking mask. maybe then Price would've let me go with her instead of Soap to the party. I don't trust that soap will keep her alive as well as I could. I don't trust that he will keep his hands off of her. I don't trust or believe that he could pound into her and make her scream my name like I could.

   I hear footsteps and pull down my mask while turning my head to the side to look at who's approaching.

Bella.

Fan-fucking-tastic.

    I internally groan and avert my gaze from hers.

   "Heyyyy Ghostie. Thought you could use some company!"

   I shake my head no but she plops down next to me on the couch anyway and lays her head on my chest. 

   "Im eating," I growl.

   "no need to be like that you big baby!"

   I shove her off of my arm and she lets out a long exaggerated sigh.

   "y'know, I had an idea for a callsign. ambers kind of boring."

   "get on with it."

    "I'm thinking I change mine to phantom so we're like matching."

   "Fuck no, Petrov. I don't do cutesy shit on this line of work."

   She just groans and slides off the couch and sits between my legs with a seducing smirk on her face. Makes me want to throw up. The fact anyone could be this desperate.

  She tries wrapping her hand around my calf but I move my leg letting her hand drop.

   " I don't know why you're being like this, but if it has to do with your old slut y/n then count me out, baby." She says like it's the funniest thing ever.

   I stand up in front of Bella and grab her by the collar lifting her up to my level.

  "if you ever, speak about y/n like that again ill have you kicked from the task force faster than your attention whore personal can comprehend."

   All the light in her eyes drop. Tears start to well up but I don't care. I don't care.

   I hate Bella for the way she walks and talks and everything she does makes me want to punch her into dust. but, I also hate y/n, I hate her for the way she makes me feel and act like I'm a feral animal who will stop at nothing to catch its prey. Oh, how I hate her.

Her body.

Her smile.

Her laugh.

Her beauty.

   I want all of it. All of it to be mine. I don't know how to explain the feeling but I want to fucking rail her until she can hardly walk, but I also want to lay with her in my bed, whispering sweet nothings in her ear while we cuddle and kiss and she lets me play with her hair. A woman after my own heart.

   I sit up and make my way to the kitchen to dump my empty bowl in the sink. Im about to head over the the gym and blow off all these dirty thoughts from my mind before I hear the door creak open. 

   In walks y/n Gaz and soap, back from the mall. Gaz carries all of her bags while she walks in hand in hand with soap. Im gonna kill the bastard.

   She has a gorgeous smile plastered across her face but the second she looks at me it drops. It reminds me that I did this to myself. Im not the reason for her not smiling and I did that. All my fault.

Y/n POV:

    When we finally arrive at base it's a huge relief, I get to go in and try on all of the new things I bought and see how I look for the party. soap grabs my hand and leads me inside leaving Gaz with our bags.

    "wait! what about gaz?" I giggle.

   "agh, he's a big boy lass he can handle a few bags."

   I laugh and we walk into the base. When I step through the door my eyes immediately land on ghost. My smile turns into a frown. 

   I look into his eyes and see a look in them I've never caught before. It almost looks like desperation and sadness.

   If he's sad, I want to be there, I want to comfort him but I can't. he has Bella for that now.

   Captain Price walks into the room and grabs all of our attention.

   "alright ladies and gents, small change of plans. we're leaving tomorrow."