GHOST - SHORT STORIES

HE'S BEEN WAITING FOR THIS - PART ONE

"It's over."

Words huffed from your lips that cause the slightest of an upward tug upon the corner of Ghost's lips. Masked by the skull-print balaclava that you've never seen him without.

Muscular arms crossed over his broad chest; shoulder resting upon the wooden doorframe that supports his leaning weight.

"What's over?"

It elicits a roll of your eyes; head lulling against the padded gym mat beneath you. Allowing your gaze to fall upon your Lieutenant's silhouetted figure.

"Don't start."

It's not like Ghost has ever explicitly stated his feelings about you, or your relationship. But anyone with at least one of five senses would be able to spot his obsession with you.

Somehow, Ghost's ever growing pride hasn't once interfered with his glaringly obvious interest in you. And while he's polite enough to keep himself from ever crossing the line with a taken woman, if you were to ever want to break a few rules, he'd happily be your accomplice.

The Lieutenant's eyes drag across your sprawled out frame upon the gym floor. Sweat coating your skin like the dew upon greenery on a particularly cold morning. Strands of your hair sticking at your temples and the base of your neck, the rest woven into two messy braids.

Ghost had noticed this side of you quite early on. The way you'd slip away when things were frustrating or upsetting; spending hours in the gym until you were so exhausted that you couldn't even feel emotions anymore.

This was clearly no different. An explanation for the three hour session now something he's privy to.

"Yeah, I'm real scared of you, YN. I'm not sure you could even make it all the way over to me on those wobbly legs."

"Shut up."

Despite the bite behind your voice, you can't fight the soft smile that plays upon your parted lips. Your ragged breaths punctuating the words.

The sound of shuffling boots accompanies Ghost pushing himself off of the doorframe and stepping into the room. Closing most of the distance that separates you both, before peering down at you and extending a gloved hand.

"C'mon. Hit the showers, we'll talk."

Your eyes fall upon the outstretched offer that hovers above you; a sudden realisation sinking into the depth of your stomach. A thought you're forced to push away almost instantly. How desperately you want to be comforted by your Lieutenant's touch.

Merely seconds after your digits curl around his, you're hoisted up from the ground. Earlier comments regarding your unstable legs seem to be proven as correct. Hands finding a home upon Ghost's forearms in an attempt to steady yourself.

Of course, Ghost is rapid in ensuring that he's steadying you, too.

"Everythin' all good there, Bambi?"

The teasing moniker does little in the way of impressing you. A half-glare shot upwards. Though you can't help but feel your features soften as your eyes meet with his own. The stare held for a lingering moment before you find the strength to break your gaze away.

Ghost leans in close; your hold upon his forearms unmoving in your unstableness. Words whispered barely an inch from the shell of your ear.

"Go on. Say it."

A shiver undulating down your spine; goosebumps spanning across your skin.

"Say that I was right."