Arranged Marriage | Ghost x reader

Tried

It shouldn't have hurt, maybe it was the exhaustion that had clouded your senses and cause your heart to ache. Or maybe it was because his behavior did exactly that to you.

Your mind couldn't grasp around the reason behind his demeanor. Of course neither enjoyed the arrangement. But you weren't awful looking, you were good at what you did, and quite frankly you were easy to get along with if someone tried.

There was the word that caught your attention. Tried.

He knew he might've been a little harsh but why shouldn't he be when he never waned this in the first place. Yet there you were leaned against your rooms door, head hung low. Nothing like the woman he first met, so high and full of confidence. Why'd it pull something in him?

Just like all the nights before he stood there watching. Making sure you got in your room without anyone bothering you. He couldn't understand why he did it but that didn't stop him from following your silhouette from disappearing behind the door.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as the sudden jolt awake had you fumbling towards the captains office. It was early. Too early.

Something had to be wrong if you were called to Prices office at this time. Maybe you got lucky and the wedding was called off.

Your eyes instantly widened before narrowing again as you were met with ghosts back leaned against prices desk. "Good you made it." Price beamed a lot brighter than he typically did. "Ghost here has requested to train with you this morning. Finally get that acquainting started and whatnot." Price chuckled, seeming pleased with the situation.

"Why?" You weren't one to question your superiors which had them both looking at you with shock. Stiffening your stance your hands found position behind your back. "Don't seem so excited about it." Ghost mumbled as he stepped closer, catching you off guard when his hand extended allowing you to move first.

Your head stayed straight even though you could feel his heated glare burn holes into your back. Everything felt uneasy, or was it giddy? The thought of him willingly trying to spend time with you sparked something inside your chest but it quickly faded as he found his way to a punching bag and started wrapping his hands.

Silence seemed to become the middle man when it came to you two. Filling the air and refusing for the rage boil beyond a point of no return. Ghost took his time winding the white lining around his knuckles occasionally flicking his gaze to your own hands working to do the same.

"I'm only doing this because I ran out of complaints to use." He muttered causing your chest to tighten. You shook your head finding stance level with the bag. "You've been avoiding me. Figured I could only find more ways to gripe if I was near you." He continued, his jaw ticked as you remained quiet, slow deliberate motions causing the bag to rock back into each swing of your fist.

He knew he was only trying to get a reaction but it was invigorating to see all that pent up frustration be released against bag. Silently wishing it was him taking all that tension from your muscles.
Your brows shifted feeling a searing pain shooting through your arm from a wrong blow, hands wrapped around your waist causing your breath to hitch. "I thought they said you were the best but your stance is like a soldier about to shoot their first enemy." He huffed putting pressure on your waist he pushed your body slightly, allowing you to find a new position.

"Your too tense.." he continued, the air filling the small space between your back and his chest so thick you could almost feel it. "Relax." His voice dropped an octave, giving you a new version you hadn't seen yet of him. His hand glided to your abdomen avoiding the way you fit so well pushed close to him, to the back of his head.

"Loosen your muscles here." His head tilted down focusing on the column of your neck as his words washed along the length. He applied more pressure forcing you further back into him. "Relax." He repeated, relishing in the way your body responded by doing exactly that.

It was as if his mind finally caught up with his movements, quickly he stepped back pulling his balaclava from his face to run his hand over it. Your eyes flickered at the movement, finally catching glimpse of the man that would possibly be undeniably bound to you.

Too bad his looks didn't make up for his personality. "If I'm going to be stuck with you  then you need to know how to fight for yourself. I'm not going to hold your hand or coddle you when you fuck up." His head turned as he spoke before focusing back on the punching bag.

"Thanks, lieutenant." You responded focusing back on your task at hand. "Don't call me that." His reply came through shallow sharp thumps that followed the swaying bag. "Alright then, Ghost." You retaliated with and eye roll.

His hands clasped around the leather, slowing the rocking motion. "Simon." He returned, your eyes shot at him sideways before nodding. If he was gonna at least try to be human the least you could do is return the favor right?