Blind love // Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

3. TRAINING

"Cmon, Y/N. Up and down, move it."

Ghost demands, bending over in front of me and leaning down over me as I do push ups.

He's been making me do push ups for about 20 minutes now, and my arms are genuinely starting to hurt.

"L-Lieutenant—" I strain, almost falling but Ghosts harsh words make me keep going.

"Push! Push Sergeant, you joined this team and now you'll be trained just like we did. Now, 30 more." He leans up and backs up to a wall, leaning against it before adjusting his skull balaclava.

I groan and struggle to push myself up, but I manage and whimper.

"30 fucking more is a lot goddamnit!" I yelp, before falling into my chest and groaning as I can't lift myself up. Ghost grunts as he shoves himself off the wall, and I sit up and sit on my bottom, and then I see him crouch down in front of me and his hand grasps my chin and lifts my head up.

"I said. 30. More. You want to succeed in this army, correct? You want to make price proud? Do you want to make me proud?" His rough voices echos slightly in the dim lighted room. I nod in his grasp, then he lets go of my chin and I go back to doing push ups. God, this man.

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"There..." I say breathlessly. I stand up and my arms are hella sore. "I'm done." I grunt, cracking my bones in my arms, wrists, and fingers...

"Alright, now time for sparring."

"What?! My arms are hella sore how am I supposed to do that??!" My eyes widen ever so slightly.

"Push through." His deep, rough British accent echos once again, the cold tone making me exhale sharply.

"Whatever." I say under my breath, then follow him when he gestures for me to follow him to another room.

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"Remember what I had taught you. Position yourself, Y/N." He sternly says, looking me dead in the eye. I get into the stance he taught me, and prepare for an attack. He stands there, now looking at my stance, and then he suddenly kicks his leg out and knocks me down, and I gasp, getting up quickly before darting behind him and kicking the back of his knee, making him groan and fall to his knees. He immediately gets up, and I go to strike once more, but his hand grabs my ankle and yanks me down, making me under him. I go to get up but his large, gloved hand presses down onto my stomach and pins me down.

I groan and my stomach turns from his hand pushing down on it.

"Not so tough now, are we?" He chuckles, then grunting as he gets on his knees, both of each side of my hips.

My breath hitches ever so slightly and he notices this, his head dipping down towards me as I struggle. "Forfeit. Do it." He orders.

"Nope—" my voice strains as I look down at myself struggling against him, feeling his hand press down on my stomach.

"Cmon," he under his mask, but I can't see it. I smirk and an idea comes in my head. I grunt and tilt my head back and I see something glint and flicker in Ghosts eyes when I do that. Confusing slightly runs through me a little, wondering what he's thinking.

"Make me."

Is all I have to say before I can actually now see the smirk under his mask and he presses down harder onto my stomach making me whimper and my eyes widen.

"The hell are you—" he cuts me off by pressing harder, making a groan fall from my lips.

"Alright—, alright.." I breathe out, looking up at Ghost. "I forfeit." I sigh heavily.

"Good." He gets up off me and helps me up, and I fix my clothing.

"Do better next time, sergeant." He says in my ear while placing his hand on my shoulder, then he exits the room. I sigh and begin to walk towards my room.

Rough day, I'd say.