Proving Myself To Ghost

Air My Grievances

The next morning dragged into my conscience against every fiber of my being willing it to not. Unsatisfied and now very frustrated and upset, I yank my clothes on and my boots and twist my hair into a too-tight bun and storm out of my room on the warpath with one man in my sights.

I know Ghost has to be already up as he has always woken up before everyone so I don't bother knocking on his door and quickly move my way through the building. After angrily questioning a few soldiers unfortunate enough to cross paths with me, I quickly learned through the stuttering of a very red in the face soldier that Ghost was in the training yard.

After getting lost a few times in Alejandro's base I finally find the training yard to discover Ghost manhandling young recruits, tossing one over his shoulder as another dives at his legs, Soap standing off to the side laughing and taking money from a poor sap that was dumb enough to bet against Ghost. I roll my eyes as I make my way to Soap,

"Taking advantage of the new guys who don't know Ghost's reputation yet?" I ask with a smirk. Seeing Soap's crooked grin calms me down as his brotherly humor shines through.

"Aye, that I am" he says with a wink as I hear another body slam onto the ground. I wince at the sound knowing that the newest victim is going to feel that for a couple days, his pride will feel it even longer.

I turn to watch the spectacle with Soap and can't help myself feeling a little proud watching Ghost toss around three separate men at once as if they were small children. His brute strength is on display for everyone else to quake at and eventually the men realize the odds are against them as they concede and leave the marked arena. When it's obvious no one else is brave or dumb enough to continue, Ghost makes his way towards us, the smile of pride he has visible only by the creases around his eyes.

"Tell me lass, is everything on L.T. as big and brutish as the rest of him?" Soap asks with a laugh and wriggle of his eyebrows.

I look at Soap with a smirk and then back at Ghost, making sure he can hear me, "ever heard of 'The Little Engine That Could'? He wasn't the biggest or best, but he makes up for it in a really strong effort," I reply while looking directly into Ghost's eyes that I see narrow immediately at my words.

Soap looks at me, then at Ghost, then he bursts into peals of laughter, "L.T. I think Boom here just made me feel a little bit better standing next to you," he barely makes out between laughs as he wipes a tear from his eye.

"Would you like a turn in the ring with me and back up those words Johnny?" Ghost mumbles out with obvious anger lacing his words.

Soap straightens up and wipes another tear from his eye, he knows when he's pushed far enough, he gives me another wink and links arms with me, "we don't have time for playing around anymore L.T., we have to meet for the next mission briefing," he says over his shoulder as he uses me as his shield and getaway partner. My words for Ghost will have to wait another time I suppose. Work will always come first for people like us.

I turn and give Ghost a quick little wave of my fingers and then blow him a kiss and turn back around to continue on Soap's arm towards the building I came from. Unsure of where the briefing room was, Soap was my best chance of not looking like a lost idiot as well. Ghost just stands where he was, rooted to the ground in disbelief, anger, or both, I'm not quite sure but I also could care less right now, all those options make me feel a little better.

Soap makes idle chit chat with me on the way to the briefing room about the past mission and my future plans when I return to Kortac and honestly, I find the distraction relieving. I don't want to think about Ghost, his moods, or anything along that train of thought at the moment. We reach the room and Soap opens the door for me, as I step in I make eye contact with some Shadow Company soldiers who were already there and seated. They all turn to look at me and give me death glares but they quickly stiffen and turn back around when I feel a large presence at my back. Ghost.

I refuse to turn around and acknowledge him as I make my way to a wall on the side of the room and lean against it, Soap taking one side of me and Ghost taking the other side, him immediately snaking his hand around my waist possessively and resting his hand on my hip. I stiffen slightly at his touch and I know he notices as his hand tightens slightly. I force myself to relax, refusing to make a scene or show anyone that there are any problems, not that there are really any major problems anyway. I'm just majorly sexually frustrated and more than a little irritated at his cocky attitude.

I close my eyes and try to block out the heat I am feeling in my skin under his touch and not let him see the effect he is having, hell, he didn't even need to touch me, him just standing this close to me is doing things to my mind that I am more than upset with myself about. This is pathetic, I feel like a teenager sitting next to her first crush in the back of the theater. I take a breath and let it out slowly as I open my eyes and force my attention to return to Alejandro and Price at the front of the room.

"We will be split into two teams, one that goes to the first platform of the oil rig to find the controls while the second team goes to the other platform to search the containers for the one holding the missile," Price finishes with a stiff nod, our cue that it was show time and to get ready to leave as soon as possible.

I lean forward off the wall to get to my room and gather my gear as Ghost grips my hip tighter and places his other hand on my other hip and pulls my back directly against him. Soap shoots me an apologetic look as he shuffles by me and out the door after everyone else, leaving Ghost and me alone, his grip digging in hard as he leans over my shoulder,

"That stunt you pulled in the training yard will have dire consequences for you, love," he mumbles into my ear, my face growing red immediately at his words as I feel his cock harden against my lower back.

I twist from his grip and shoot him an irritated look,

"I'm pretty sure my 'stunt' simply makes us even after last night," I reply hotly as I make my way towards the door, more than ready to get out of the suffocating heat the room has suddenly taken on.

Ghost only chuckles under his breath as he follows behind me, "you can think whatever you want, love, but when we get back I will come for you," he replies cooly, his control on his emotions has only done more to irritate me. The way his words make me wet and shaky in the knees irritates me the most though, fucking hormones need to get on the same page as my temper.

I whip around, my frustration finally winning over,

"You know what, big man, how about you don't come for me, I could really care less for you or your moods or your cockiness. We are equals here in both rank and in whatever this is between us, I will do what I need to do to get our missions finished, if your personal feelings get in the way of your mission then you need to get a handle on them," I say evenly, forcing myself to not scream at him and attract anyone back into the room.

Ghost stands there for a few moments assessing me, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides,

"Mmm, maybe you're right," he responds lowly. His calm demeanor should have been a warning for me but I let his words throw me off balance for a second too long as he makes the few steps between us and grips my jaw, his thumb brushing my lower lip,

"But, I've already said you are mine and I don't give up what I want easily, if at all, so... you should get comfortable with my feelings, they're not going anywhere" he finishes as his hand drops from my jaw and thrusts down my pants quickly, his deft fingers finding their goal immediately as he twists me around and pulls my back against him again.

"And from what I feel here, your words don't seem to match up to what your body is telling me, seems you don't really have that much of an issue with my feelings after all," he lets out on a low, husky voice in my ear as he makes slow circles on my clit, my body once again betraying me as my hips rut against his large hand.

Just as quickly as he began, Ghost retracts his hand, eliciting a small whine from my lips that I couldn't control. Ghost hums in satisfaction as he steps around me, his eyes hazy with lust, he puts his finger in his mouth and sucks on it for a moment before pulling it back out,

"Mmm, you definitely don't taste like you're too upset with my feelings either, love," he whispers as he looks me up and down with approval before he quickly turns around and exits the room, leaving me standing there more frustrating and more irritated that I was when I woke up this morning.