Arranged Marriage | Ghost x reader

Room

Ghost stood rather impatiently in the coat hanger, working on his second cigarette within the span of only a few minuets. He was admit enough to convince Price to tell him the second you'd be coming back in.

The helicopter landed and his body stiffened, unknowingly making it very obvious how hard he was searching.

A sharp exhale fled Ghosts nose when he caught glimpse of your disheveled hair flying with the current the blades above your head created.

As soon as the relief came it vanished, seeing your colonels hand wrapped around your waist, causing a new emotion to cloud his vision. Ghost may not have been the best match but he was yours, and everyone was bound to learn at some point you were his.

Your neck cracked as you tilted your head the stiffness in your bones easing just enough. You were exhausted as much as you were refreshed. It was nice to get out of the base and do the one thing you did best.

It was nice to let loose all the pent up anger that flowed through your veins and clear your head from any nagging thoughts. All relaxation seemed to fade when a familiar hand was ripped from your side.

Your body jerked back as two looming figures stood face to face in-front of you. Adrenaline filled your senses thumping in your ears drowning out the roar of the helicopter behind. Ghost turned his head towards you as you stepped forward.

A large palm wrapped around your forearm pulling you back behind him, creating a physical barrier between you and Konig. "You didn't tell me you were leaving" he hissed, despite his tone it almost looked like panic in his eyes before he turned back towards the Colonel.

"This is the only time I'm going to tell you to keep your hands to yourself."Ghost bit out, his shoulders physically stiff to the eye. Shock from his own words caused his curiosity to peak on how possessive the sentence sounded coming out. "She's erschöpft I was just helping her in so she can rest." Konig retaliated, his jaw almost visibly flexing beneath the sniper hood.

"I think I can handle my fiancé just fine on my own." Ghost replied a new edge to his tone, the word almost making your heart drop. Right when you had accepted the fact that your life would be spent with a man who hated you, he'd turn a different direction.

That in itself was more exhausting than the mission. Before you could butt in your body was being tugged in front of ghosts as he guided your arm around his neck. "You're not-" words got cut off as he picked you up not willing to listen to any refusal. Your eyes squinted with a wince, the throbbing ache in your ribs amplifying with each step Ghost took.

"What hurts?" Ghost mumbled after a moment of silence, the heaving of his chest pushed into your side, making you wonder if it was from his adrenaline or if he had been skipping out on training for once.

"What?" your brows furrowed while you tried to find a way out of his grasp only for Ghosts hands to tighten around your body making it physically impossible to move.

A low huff pushed past his mask before he replied. "Nothin'..." there was a beat of silence before his dropped "I don't know if you've already planned but you asked what I wanted. I want you in a dress and me in tux. I don't care the colors or the setting or even the guest list. You can do whatever the hell you want with those things."

Your feet connected with the ground outside of a door as his words flowed so nonchalantly.

Peering over your shoulder a look of confusion followed when Ghost pulled out his keycard. "What're you doing." The tone in your voice didn't go unnoticed. He anticipated it coming, after all this time of constantly pushing and pulling, it was bound to happen.

It was his own fault, he knowingly chose to allow your delicate fingers to wrap around his very being, despite the way he wanted to resist your pull.

"Your filthy and exhausted. You need a shower and rest." Ghost didn't dare to glance down at your grime covered features, knowing that it'd heat the tension he had let simmer between you two to a boil. You had found a way to weave between the slim cracks that surround his heart, embedding and spreading like a weed.

It terrified him as much as it excited him. "I have my own room for that." The pull of his balaclava had your arms crossing over your chest out of spite. "The place you've been staying isn't your room." Disbelief over took your thoughts on how he could be so hot and cold.

The hand on your lower back had your exhaustion fading into awareness of the heat the overpowered your skin. "You don't even like me. We don't have to pretend." For once your confidence faltered. Ghost gently nudged you forward until a scent that was so uniquely him tainted your nostrils.

Your feet took lead, shuffling along the tile towards the oddly neat shelves. "I'm not saying sorry." Ghost mumbled, he'd willingly take the backlash of that meant you wouldn't turn and walk away from him.

"I never wanted this. It wasn't supposed to be me." With a few steps forward Ghosts chest pushed into your back, fingers tracing the lining of your tactical gear until he found the velcro at your shoulder.

The irritable sound broke quickly before the others followed. "What's the point of me being in here." You breathed out as you turned to face him.

Your vest dropped to your feet but you didn't budge when a sudden warmth filled the room. As hard as he tried to focus on the wall behind your head he couldn't.

Eyes dropping to the dirt smeared along your cheek, lower to the dried thin cut on your lip, further to the thin olive t-shirt nearly plastered to your body with blood and sweat.

Ghosts tongue slipped out to wet his lips before a lidded gaze locked onto yours. "Because you won't get out of my fuckin' head." The words came muffled as he pulled his balaclava from his head, dropping it to the floor. Taking another step forward, forcing you to be caged between his body and the wall.

Ghost rested his hand beside your head, using the other he let his fingertips trace your waist until they were tugging the hem of your shirt, slowly untucking it. "Because you drive me insane..." ghost continued flicking his gaze down as your stomach came into view.

Tracing the contour until purple and blue ribs came into view, splaying his hand across the battered area. "Because I didn't know fear until Price said you were gone and I didn't know. I didn't know jealousy until I saw someone else's hands on what was meant to be mine.." Ghosts words came in a whisper as if he was talking to himself.

Delicate fingers wrapped around his wrist, searing an invisible mark into his skin making his breath catch. "I need a shower.." you mumbled pushing out from between his body and the wall making a straight line to the bathroom as your stomach did flips.

Three days.