Arranged Marriage | Ghost x reader

Exhausting

Ghost made his ways though the hall  refusing to acknowledge the fact that you even existed. He was requested to see how your first night at base was and to make sure you had eaten but after the look you gave him, that definitely wasn't going to happen.

He shuffled through the cabinets, tossing aside meal preps and seasonings looking for the teabags he always kept stocked. He knew he was low but he could've sworn there were at least one left the morning prior.

A soft laugh filled the air and for a moment he almost liked the noise, until he realized it belonged to someone he was determined to despise.

The thumping of his boots rounded the corner in a heated rage, zoned in on your figure so casually leaning across the table laughing at something soap said that probably wasn't even that funny.

A heat boiled in his abdomen when he caught glimpse of the mug slowly raising to your lips. The little white tag hanging over the side was enough to have his body tensing. 

Your head tilted in his direction mock innocence crossing delicate features. "Everything okay?" Your voice smoothed over the satisfaction you were feeling seeing his heaving chest.

"You did that shit on purpose." He ground out heavy steps thumping against the floor and echoing in your ears until he was towering over your body. His cologne was enough to knock your senses sideways, gripping the mug you took another sip trying to ground yourself.

"What?" Your brow cocked as you spoke over the steam. He let his gaze drift to the way your lips curled around the brim. A darker shade painting them as the heat consumed the flesh. "Stay out of my fuckin tea." He muttered, turning to leave until your whispered words unwillingly hit his ears.

"What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine." He stopped in his tracks letting the words spin around his head. Soaps brows furrowed, unsure of the hostile tension. "Not yet." Ghost bit out over his shoulder before leaving in a fit of rage.

"Give em' time lass." Soap spoke through a dry chuckle trying to ease the way your body had unknowingly tensed up. A low hum left your lips agreeing despite the way your stomach churned.

Realization that taunting the man you were bound to married probably wasn't the appropriate route. Despite how vile he seemed. Then again maybe it would stop the wedding all together if you got him to complain enough.

Still unsure of your surroundings you decided to explore. Maybe even find the work out area or whatever the fuck they called it in this hell hole. Blowing off steam seemed like the best motive for you endeavor.

Ghost waisted no time heading to his captains office to file his first complaint.

Each day that followed a new complaint was made, all while you did your best to avoid him at all costs. Might as well keep your distance while you can right? Thankfully Gaz kept you busy, making sure you were keeping up with your training since Ghost refused to give you the time of day in explaining how things worked with his own faction.

It's not like the conversation was ever had, even when you tried silence was all that filled the air causing your ears to burn hot and fight back the urge to just punch him in the throat.

Your hand pushed back the sweat soaked strands that stuck to your forehead as you stepped into the common room. The clinking of a mug falling into the sink had your head jolting in the direction.

An exasperated sigh fell from your mouth when his rage followed him into the room. Looks like your little peace offering wasn't enough.

He had to bite back the urge to snap when he saw your exhausted form. How could something so vile be so beautiful. He shook his head ridding himself from the thought before pulling out his wallet and throwing a few bills to your feet.

Not wanting to even chance the idea of his skin touching yours if he handed them to you. "Don't buy my tea because you think it'll make things 'better'. Buy your own and just stay out of my bloody stuff." He huffed, his chest swelled seeing your calm facade slowly fade.

Your boot pressed into the crippled currency before twisting. He could finally see the blood rush to your cheeks, a physical sign that your anger was slowly consuming you. It was your turn to leave him with his own thoughts and behind as you rushed towards the room you had made as yours.