Daddy Issues /Ghost x reader/

12.

You're hurt deeply, no matter how many times Ghost wants to talk to you. After calling you delusional, applying that your dad hates you and then even topping it off with saying you don't have a mom. All of those things can be true and maybe they are, but out of his mouth, they just sound like insults. Maybe it's just his way of caring about you, but at the same time, childhood trauma is not to make jokes out of.

So you keep going to training, socialising around the base with anyone but Ghost. You meet a couple of the other women who are in other task forces or just employees here, but you enjoy talking to anyone else other than men. You have to be around the task force 141 basically all day, but that half an hour in lunch time, spent with the girls just hits different after a 2 hour long training with little to no breaks.
Ghost is somehow always around, though. You catch his gaze every single time you look at him. The eyes that you loved so much just a couple weeks ago, hell you've even confessed to them.. It was so comforting, always imagining his eyes all over your body, his muscular arms trapping you against his chest. It was addicting, but now you can't feel anything when you think about that man. He never failed at confusing you, but now that he isn't even in the picture, you've just gotten even more confused.

"You're posture's wrong, luv." Ghost comes up to you as you stand in front of the weight you're supposed to lift for the first time. He stands behind you, his eyes burning holes through your back. "You can't have your back even slightly bent."

"I don't think I asked for advice."

"And I don't think I want you breaking your spine over something this stupid." He leans closer. You roll your eyes and straighten up to turn to him. After a couple seconds long stare down, you can see on his eyes that he's smiling a bit. "Talk to me, please. You're killing me here, woman."

"I were calling me kid not too long ago."

"Yeah, but you're too mature to be called a kid, and that's what I missed last time." They keep staring at each other, not feeling embarassed nor the need to look away. In a way, it's so comforting to be in each other's presence again. "So?"

"What?" You raise and eyebrow and he just smirks under his mask.

"I'd like to rediscuss our little argument from last time. I thought about it a lot, and I think I can now talk about it without getting too angry." You just keep looking up into his eyes, trying to decide if he really wants to just tell you in a nicer way to fuck off, or if you might have a chance to talk him into something more than just a better friend situation. He leans down, his mouth right next to your ear, his hot breath hitting your skin like a summer breeze after the cold. "Come with me.." He whispers and for a fraction of a second, your eyes close like you were falling asleep, but instead, you just let your hand be grabbed as he escorts you out of the room, into a small storage room full of cleaning supplies.

"Is this really a topic that should be discussed in a room like this? Couldn't we have just stayed in the training room?"

"No." He rolls his eyes. "I don't want to take up too much of your precious time here, so help me out a bit and close that pretty little mouth of yours, yeah?" He sighs. "I've been thinking a lot about how I was a bit too harsh on you the last couple of times we've talked. And let's be honest, I didn't mean to, y/n."

"Is that it?" You roll your eyes, but you can't help thinking about him being nice to you from now on.. Maybe you need that more than you'd like to admit.

"No, be patient." He smiles a bit. "I know I said fucked up things, but I really need you to forgive me, since Price is not loving how he can't have us in the same room basically."

"Okay, you've been forgiven.." You sigh.