Chamber of Secrets | Ghost x Reader

Chapter 14 - Ghost

It's not like you've done something wrong, but when talking about Ghost, you didn't have a good relationship with him either. 

For the start of that, when you first join the team, he is already very sceptical because somehow his captain didn't really inform him about you.

Let alone when he's asking about seeing your file; Price just smoothly changing the topic and never really letting him go through it. Which makes him even more suspicious about you.

He tried to shrug it off, but every time you bring them important information at somehow really perfect time, he can't help but wonder. It's not like he didn't trust his captain's judgement.

But his sharp sense is telling him something about you when you're talking; he notices how you're talking like someone already knows all too well where all the things would go.

It's like you already predicted them.

And you just prepared at the right time to prevent that from happening. He also can't just straight ask you about that because Price already said from the start that you're working with them as an informant as well. Leaving him with no choice.

Back to yourself, you know you can't get along well with Ghost. Especially when your mind often reminds you about his past, you can't trust your mouth around him to not somehow slip about the fact you know him well.

So you would rather choose to be quite around him, not to piss him off or to get on his bad side. But it seems even when you tried to be transparent around him, somehow you still pissed your superior. 

Silently following behind him, he brings you to his room. Across from yours. You internally let out a deep sigh; somewhat knew you were in trouble, and you don't even know why. And you're sure, if you ask him, it will just add to the fuel. 

He lets you in first, then gets himself after, closing the door behind. He told you to sit in one of the chairs in his room. You silently obeyed, then seated yourself, looking down at your lap, your hands resting on them, waiting for him to speak first. 

He leaned against his desk that pushed up to the corner of his room, not too far from his bed. Ghost crossed his arms as his eyes bore into your head. Looking into your soul. Which makes you shiver a little when feeling his hard gaze on you.

After what feels like age, he finally speaks. "What was that about back in the brief room, Sergeant?" His voice was low as he slowly spoke. He makes sure for you to hear each of his words clearly. 

And hearing the mention of your rank, you knew what he's going to talk about won't end well on your side. "What do you mean, Lt.?" You asked back as you slowly looked up in his direction. 

"You know what I mean."

You don't know at all what he's mean. You internally groaned at his vague answer. You furrowed your brow as you quietly let out a soft sigh. What have you done again to make him despise you even more?

"I had no idea what you're talking about."

This makes him raise his eyebrow ever so slightly. 

"Is that how you talk to your superior?" His voice came out as static, something that irritated you even more given to him being all over himself against you and using that tone. 

But you choose to remain silent, knowing all too well that whatever your answer, he will always find a way to reply back. 

"I'm asking you a question, Chamber." He speaks again when he didn't receive any answer.

If you can, you really want to flip him off right now. But as you said, in this line of work, talking back to you higher up will end up for you being punished. Not the other way around. 

"With all due respect, Lieutenant, I would really appreciate it if you could elaborate what you mean." You locked eyes with him, suddenly getting all the confidence for talking. You don't know if it's from your tiredness or something else that slowly begins to blur your rationalism. 

You could feel his aura hardening as he listened to your answer, scaring you a little, but all your frustration slowly increased the more you saw him oh so full of himself. Let alone when you're already tired from your lack of sleep and your nightmares consuming your mind each time they come. 

"I can't believe how Price even brought you here in the first place."

"If it's not because my intel, your guys asses are now already buried 6 feet under." You quickly spat, venom lacing your voice. 

He tensed at your words for a moment before he let out a chuckle, which made you snap out of your mind and back to your senses. You blink your eyes twice when you realise what you told him. 

Slowly, he straightened his back, then walked to you. Each step he takes is like counting to your death sentence. You don't know why, but this man really knows how to get under your skin. 

He walked around the chair you were sitting in and slowly put his hands on your shoulders. He squeezed a little as you began to tense at his closures. You could feel his hot breath against your ear as he leaned down to whisper his words.

"That's what I'm talking about."

You internally imagined punching him square in the face. But all you can do is shake off his hands off your shoulders, then abruptly get up and turn around to face him. Face annoyed as ever. 

"I don't care if I'll get punishment after this, but I'm done with your bullshit, Ghost." 

With that, you tried to push past him and into the door, but he quicks to take a hold around your throat with one hand. Pushing you to the side and slamming you against a wall. You let out a gasp when your back harshly met with the wall. He doesn't say anything but is just staring back into your eyes. Exposing you with only his gaze alone.

You subconsciously try to claw at his hand when you feel him tighten his hand around your neck. Preventing the air from going through your lungs. 

"G-Ghost.." You tried to call him when you saw he kept tightening his grip. Both your hands slowly make their way to try and pry his hand from you. 

You let out another gasp when you feel you start to lose your oxygen. Eyes started to well as you still tried to take off his hand.

When you feel you start to lose consciousness from the lack of oxygen, he finally lets go of his hand.

Letting you fall on your knees as you cough, gasping for air. One hand softly holds your neck while the other grabs your chest to suck the oxygen in your lungs. 

Ghost quietly staring down at you, watching you struggle to catch your breath. After some moment, you manage to slowly calm your breath as you look up to meet his cold gaze. You glare at him before you slowly get up, and without thinking, more like your body reacting on its own, you slap your superior hard on his cheek. Slightly making him look to the side, but his eyes remain locked on yours. 

Your hand stings from the impact, but you just gritted your teeth, then immediately stormed out of his room. Slamming his door shut when you get out. 

His eyes linger on where you left. 

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Word count : 1289.
With love, Seven.
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