Ghost One Shots | FemReader

HE'S OBSESSED WITH YOU

part one

5.

It was just a little hole in the wall.

That was big enough for him to see through if he closed one eye and leaned up close.

But you never noticed, you didn't even know it was there. Why would you? He covered it during the day.

4.

It was tiny at first, an old screw which had breached the other side. He wasn't interested in taking it out until you came along, the newbie, all bark and all bite.

Soap had choked on his morning coffee when  you got into a fight with Simon on your first day and proceeded to spit in his masked face that you hoped the Lord had given him a big dick cause he shorted him on personality.

3.

He hadn't been embarrassed by that, no, it made him angry at first and he had aggressively jerked his cock over it to relieve the tension until his legs were quaking from the orgasm it gave him.

God had indeed given him a big dick.

He battled his worth, shards of his father staring back at him in the mirror he'd shattered with his fist. Fear held him at arms length from you; berating you, belittling you.

2.

You were a stickler for routine when on base, so he learned it and he watched. And waited. And watched.

At first, you cried. You cursed him into the silence of your own room. You didn't know he was watching. You didn't know he thought you looked so pretty when your face was tear streaked, cheeks red from the effort.

He thought about how he could make you look like that if he stuffed it deep enough down your throat. Yes, that's what he thought about when he gripped his throbbing cock tightly, trying to ignore what you did to him.

1.

So he moved further, he began doing twisted things he could barely remember. Taking your dirty underwear, his sweating palm enclosing them tight against his nose, his tongue running up the gusset.

The taste of you.

And when he came, he left it all over your sheets. He left it in your cup of coffee.

The taste of him.

Right on cue to the second, you walked in your room. This time he was there, waiting for you. Clothed of course, he wasn't psychopathic, not really. It took you by surprise, but he needed you. He needed to be near you. The fight had become boring.

He needed more.

part two. 

It was just a little hole in the wall.

But he began manipulating your schedule. After all he was your Lieutenant,

And he was so sick of your back chat, your petty insults, your insolent attitude. Oh, he could make you behave.

Here he sat, in your space, this man who never spoke to you, never showed an ounce of interest other than adopting a venomous back and forth type of authoritative bullying.

"You need to train more."

His remark was accompanied by a lack of eye contact and a cunning rub of his hands, the material of his gloves abrading themselves resounding deep within your brain. It made your teeth involuntarily clench.

"You're weak, look at you. I barely see you in the gym. How do you expect to help Gaz or Soap or me if we get injured?"

He flexed his neck, finally looking at you... no, he was looking through you. A bite of the lip held back the tears. He had you on the precipice at all times, heels dangling off a cliff face. You had to grip onto his words to survive, even if they pushed you further over.