Arranged Marriage | Ghost x reader

Fiance

It became a habit that Ghost had grown to actually enjoy. Standing outside your door each morning waiting for you to emerge for your early rendezvous.

Losing himself in the small glimpses of a smile you'd provide that usually seemed genuine. It reminded him of the sunrises he'd watch outside before he'd come to get you. A promise of a new better day.

The rustle of 141 walking into the room pulled Ghost away from his position of holding your feet down as you worked your abdomen. Brows furrowing in confusion before easing up, he'd been tolerable so it was best not to question he sudden distance.

Quietly clearing your throat you made your way to the bench picking up your water bottle to stand by him. Realization flashed your features as he stepped away, a low scoff fighting to be muffled by your lips yet still coming from your nose.

"So uh-" you started before taking a swig of water trying to ease the churning that fell into the pit of your stomach. "I know neither of us want to talk about it but I'm expected to start preparing." Ghosts eyes shot in your direction as you spoke, of course you couldn't pick up on the plead hidden behind them.

"Do you want traditional? Are you expecting me to wear a dress? Are you going to wear a suit or your uniform?" You continued as you caught on to the glare directed towards your sentence, causing your jaw to wire shut. Uncertainty crashing like tidal waves in the space between you.

The time that was spent adjusting to each other was quickly thrown into shallow water expecting to sink rather than float. Ghosts jaw flexed eyes scanning the bodies that littered the room reminding him that he never wanted this in the first place. "Why are you asking me as if I care?" He bit out, not holding the hostility in his voice.

For once you shrunk, slow fluttering lashes almost having him regret saying the words. No, regret allowing himself to get so close to the one he promised himself he'd despise.

"I'm not doing this because I want to. I'm doing it because it's expected of me." Ghost continued, tossing the towel he used to wipe his neck to the side. His movements slowed to a halt, guilt becoming a living organism threatening to devour him from the inside.

"Sure thing, Ghost." You replied, hurried steps refusing to let him see the conflict he had just created inside of you. Your chest ebbed and flowed while your heart found its way up your throat, starving you from any air that once filled your lungs.

Ghost shot his team a brutal glare as they all stood in shock, openly gawking at the words just spewed. For a small moment he felt as if he'd be the one to shrink this time.

Each morning that followed was met with the door slamming back in his face. If Ghost didn't want you then you didn't want him right? You didn't need the early rises that had taken a hold on your hope. You didn't need the small moments where it felt like something could bloom.

You were here for one reason and one reason only. Not for him, not for yourself, but for the team you called family. To make sure there was something ensuring neither side would turn. To make sure if either needed help the other would be there without hesitation because of the vows you would speak would tie them together.

Ghost stormed into Prices office, the complaints had become minimum but that didn't mean they still didn't occasionally occur. "She hasn't opened her door in three damn days! Give me the keycard." Ghost barked, wincing internally at how fast the words spewed from his mouth.

Price leaned back in his chair placing the cigar between his lips before clasping his hands over his abdomen. "It's because she's not here Simon." His captains words came muffed and unamused. Ghosts brows furrowed his chest tightening with.. what was it? Fear? Panic? It couldn't have been. He was a hardened soldier trained not to feel those things.

"Kortac needed her for a mission. She'll be back I assume." Price continued a small grin pulling his facial hair as Ghost broke out into a fit of rage. "A mission? And I wasn't informed, why? Shouldn't I have a right to know when-" his outburst got cut off when price leaned forward resting his elbows on the wooden desk intertwining his fingers together.

"When what?" Price questioned even though it sounded more like a taunt. Pulling the cigar from his lips he let out a chest rumbling chuckle. "She had the choice to tell you herself or not at all. How she chose is not on me." He spoke as smoke puffed a cloud under the illuminating lights.

"She's my fiancé! Anyone who knows of her whereabouts should inform me, especially if she's gone for a mission she might not come back from." Ghost retaliated, not expecting how the words flowed so easily without a hint of disgust coating his tongue.

"Your fiancé? I thought you couldn't stand the girl. You made it very clear where you stood with your little outburst in the gym." Price placed the burning tobacco back between his lips before waving Ghost off with a dismissive flail of his hand.