Serpents | GHOST x FEM!READER

III | Changes

"And fine, we'll stay put until the rain stops. But as soon as it lets up, we're out of here." Ghosts voice pissed me off, he had no right to even be here, and here he was making demands. But I knew better than to try to argue with this man, he was one of the most stubborn people I knew. Aside from me. But I didn't have the energy to try to fight back anyways.

"Whatever." I turned to continue walking into the kitchen, where my fresh baked loaf of bread had been sitting cooling off for the past hour or so.

"When is the last time you ate?" I looked up as I grabbed a knife from the holder, beginning to slice the bread. I saw his body stiffen at the question, before he cleared his throat to answer.

"I'm not hungry." His tone was as monotone as the day I'd first met him. I scoffed, slicing off enough bread for two sandwiches.

"That's a fucking lie if I've ever heard one." I maneuvered around the kitchen, gathering plates as well as ingredients for the sandwiches. I began to assemble them, a simple turkey and cheddar sandwich, with lettuce and tomato. I grabbed both plates and walked into my living room, setting one of the plates down on my coffee table.

"Eat." I pointed to the meal, sitting down in the armchair near the couch. I took a bite from my sandwich, wishing I'd grabbed a jar of pickles at the store to go with it. I watched as Ghost continued to clean his weapon, ignoring the sandwich I'd presented for him. This annoyed me, so I set my plate down.

"Alright, since you want to be all stoic. Why don't you get your anger out now so the car ride back isn't so nauseating." I crossed one leg over the other and leaned back, crossing my arms as well. He looked up at me, I could only see his eyes. That wasn't unusual though. With a heavy huff, he tossed the gun down onto the table along with the magazine he'd taken out of it. He then picked up the sandwich, turned away from me, and presumably lifted the mask to take a bite. Once he'd swallowed, he set the plate down with a glare.

"Happy?" His tone was harsh, and he went right back to his gun. I clenched my jaw, running my tongue over my teeth before I shook my head and stood up. I grabbed his plate, dissembled the sandwich to remove the tomato, and set the plate on the ground.

"Fenrir, clean up." On cue, my dog stood from his bed and walked over, practically inhaling the food from the plate. Fucker acts like I don't feed him, despite the fact I raw feed him.

"I'm going to go eat in my room," I grabbed my plate from the table. "Get me when it's time to leave." My tone was harsher than I had intended, but he'd really gotten on my nerves. I walked into the hallway and turned into my bedroom, shutting the door behind me.

Ghosts POV

I turned my head slightly to watch her leave, her dog following at her heel. Bitch. I set the gun down and stood up, walking towards her door. I stopped, reaching for the doorknob, but hesitated before I could open it. I sighed, resting my head against the wood for a moment before I turned and walked back into the living room. I began to wander again, looking through the photos she had displayed all around her home. Most of which were of different sceneries; some waterfalls, a misty forest or two, and some fields. I paid extra attention to the photos of herself though, some with other people, some by herself. I picked up the one of all of us in a group, remembering the night with a smile. I set it back down and looked outside, the rain falling, dark grey clouds covering the sky.

I made my way back to the couch, deciding to pass the time with a needed nap. I laid down on my back, using my arm as a pillow, and closed my eyes. Sleep came quicker than I had thought it would.

Flashback

"Come on man! It'll be fun, and will definitely help out with our morale around here!" The Scotsman clasped my shoulder, almost knocking my tea from my hand. I shot him a glaring side eye before shaking my head with a defeated sigh.

"Fine, fine. I'll fucking go." I set my mug down, and pushed past him, grabbing my jacket. Soap, with an eager smile, clapped his hands together and laughed.

"Perfect! I'll be in the truck with the rest of them!" Before I could question who's going to be there, he walked out the door. I stood there for a moment before rolling my eyes and slipping my jacket on, following him out.

When I got into the truck, I immediately regretted the decision to go. Soap and Gaz were there, along with Price who had apparently had a rough day and wanted a drink. And in the far back seat, where I'd be sitting as well, was Y/n. She seemed anxious being there, picking at the skin on her fingers and tapping her foot against the floor of the truck. Gaz started the vehicle and began to drive, the group was chatting among themselves, except for Y/n and I. We both sat in silence, watching the trees pass, and soon buildings as well. We eventually made it to a local pub.. bar.. whatever. As everyone got themselves situated out of the truck, Y/n was trying to squeeze between the seats. I offered her a hand, helping her out of the truck. She gave me a warm smile, thanking me for the help, and all I did was nod.

Hours passed, and everyone was having a great time, even Y/n who had loosened up once she got a drink in her. I was stood in the corner, watching everyone bustle around, Gaz and Price playing darts, and Soap and Y/n playing a game of pool. I swirled my drink in my hand a few times before lifting my mask to take a sip. I looked back at Y/n, who was bent over the table lining up her shot. My eyes wandered for a moment before I blinked myself out of it. No, you know better.

When I got out of my thoughts, I spotted a stranger with his hands on Y/n's hips. He seemed to be "guiding" her on what she should've done, but judging by Soaps expression, the situation was anything but innocent. I heard Y/n say something about not needing help, but the guy ignored her and continued to press himself against her. Soap was going to step in, but saw me approaching and backed off.

I grabbed the man's shoulder and pulled him away, and then shoved him even farther back. The man stumbled, catching himself on a table.

"What the fuck!" He cursed, stepping towards me. I straightened my posture, crossing my arms and narrowing my eyes at him. He stopped approaching, but kept mouthing off.

"We were just having a bit of fun, fucking buzzkill!" He defended himself, but Y/n's uncomfortable stance told me otherwise. I looked between her and the man again before shaking my head.

"Get the fuck out of here before this turns ugly." I warned, clearly not wanting to deal with all of this. The man wore a smirk as he cracked his knuckles.

"I ain't scared of you." I didn't even have time to process what he'd said before he punched me in the jaw. My head whipped around at the impact, I brought my hand up to rub my jaw as I turned to him. The look in my eyes must've been something fierce, because I'd never seen someone shift from pride to regret so quickly. I stepped towards him and grabbed the collar of his shirt, lifting him to my height, and pulling him towards me.

"Apologize." I instructed, the man's eyes wide as he fumbled over his words.

"I-I.. I'm sorry sir! Too much to drink.." I jolted him closer, shaking my head.

"Not to me." I motioned towards Y/n on my left, who seemed taken off guard by my outburst. The man trembled in my grasp, but turned and apologized to Y/n anyways. I let him go, dropping him to the ground. I fixed his collar and patted his shoulder. He seemed to relax for a moment.. before I punched him in the mouth.

"Get the fuck out of here, and don't let me see your face again."