Arranged Marriage | Ghost x reader

Better

Ghosts eyes rolled as soap missed yet another shot into the hole. He never was the best pool player with liquor in him.

Ghost had taught against going out after getting his tux. The same tux he nearly beat Price to a pulp over because he said it went well with his eyes. Since when did weddings make hardened men so squishy.

Taking another swig of his beer he fought back the urge to throw up over the men swooning over the turn of events that was about to take place.

Ghost didn't even want to come out but Gaz threatened to bring the party to your shared room if he wouldn't.

"You know you won't be able to see her the night before the wedding right? It's bad luck." Prices voice broke Ghosts thoughts, in return he earned an eye roll.

"You know, for someone who despised her, you sure do seem to be triggered by the thought of leaving her alone." Price pressed on, this time Soap and Gaz were laughing and cooing behind him.

As if on cue Ghost checked his phone again, he was sure he'd see a message. Something to save him from grown men acting like bridesmaids.

At least that's what he told himself, in all reality he really just wanted to know you were curious about him as much as he was you. Didn't you want to know where he was, what he was doing, who he was with?

"Don't have much of a choice now do I?" Ghost finally replied slipping his phone back into his pocket and leaning over the side of the table to take his own shot.

Soap tumbled as he propped his elbow beside him, using the muscle to hold up his swaying body. "Seems like ye like her." Soap cooed as he tried not to slur through the words.

"She sure is a sight for sore eyes, got a bit of bite on her tongue..." Ghosts jaw ticked with every word slipping from soaps mouth. The balls clicked together from the force behind the pool stick.

Soap took another drink, trying to gauge his every reaction. "Sure ya don't wanna trade places, after all maybe she would enjoy someone who didn't file a complaint with every step she took." Soap pressed, treading on dangerously thin ice without a care.

Ghosts spine turned to steel, as if sensing the change in the atmosphere Price stepped between the two with a chest shaking chuckle, bourbon rolling from his lips as he let out a long sigh in the process.

Gaz stepped into view with a mischievous grin matching soaps, Prices eyes instantly hardening throwing ghost into a whirlwind of emotion.

Nimble fingers traced along Ghosts shoulder causing him to stiffen. "You only get to be single a little bit longer L.T." Gaz prodded, urging Ghost body to turn coming chest to chest with a woman who didn't hold his universe in her palms.

What had you fucking done to him.

Typically he'd play along, and he'd play his part well. Swoon the poor unsuspecting girl without a problem just to get the boys off his back but he couldn't. Her lips weren't the right shade, the smell of her perfume wasn't intoxicating. It wasn't you.

Ghost stepped back shooting his captain a look that said it all before turning towards the exit. "You boys have fun." Ghost mumbled, tossing his beer in the trash. He didn't even care to close his tab, he knew that the storm raging around him was enough to let Price know he was on father duty now, it was his turn to babysit.

Stepping into the cool night air he glanced at his phone again with still no message to his prevail. His blood boiled, unsure if it was from that stiff perfume that somehow stuck to him, or if it was due to the fact you had him wrapped so tight around your finger.

There was the possibility that he couldn't understand how his own captain could see his walls crumbling before his own best friend could... before he even could.

Ghosts vehicle sped through the dimly illuminated streets until he was back to the one place he ever felt whole. Pulling the finely wrapped tailor suit from the back seat he made his way through the halls.

Stopping outside his door he stood motionless. If he ever arrived to his room to someone else, he knew they'd be gone within the night but not you, you were to stay.

Gliding the door open all the rage dissipated, catching glimpse of your body sprawled across the bed dead asleep with a book laid on your stomach.

Laying the suit across the table he kicked off his shoes. Each article of clothing slowly falling to the ground as he started to switch off the lights around the room.

Ghost watched the bed dip as he crawled across it, the small snore you let out had him suppressing his the laugh he desperately wanted to let loose.

He wanted you to see him, really see him. Not the man he'd acted like, not the ghost everyone came to know. But the man that held so much weight in his chest. The man who'd willingly ease himself of the heavy burden just to place it in your palms.

Maybe what soap said was true. You deserved someone to put you on a pedestal rather than throw into a dark corner.

His fingers curled around the book, gliding it onto your night stand before switching off your light as well.

The moon casted shadows along your face creating and ethereal glow along your cheeks. Ghost placed a light kiss to your head, pulling back slowly as he felt you stir.

He was putty in your hands as he felt soft palms wrap around his neck and pull him closer, eyes still closed as his head leaned against yours.

"You better have not have lost the page I was on." You mumbled groggily, his arms wrapped around your waist rolling his body until you laid on top of him. Your head rested perfectly against his chest as if it was made to fit to the spot.

Ghosts fingers ran through your hair as he grunted in response.

"I'll do better, love."