Call of Duty: Ghost

18

 
{Chicago Nightly News in Bar}

News Reporter: "Officials are saying a power surge is to blame for an explosion over downtown Chicago last night due to severe winds leaving thousands of residents in the dark. Electricity is expected to be restored by the evening. In other news......"

Axle was seated in between Ghost and Soap as Laswell spoke to Price. She had her legs on his lap, his hand on her thigh taking a sip of her vodka. She was leaned up against Soap who didn't mind as they enjoyed the jazz music that played throughout the bar. She exhaled,
"What a mission", she says leaning forward and playing with his jacket zipper. He titled his head at her nudging her cheek, he felt his heart pound as she leaned into his touch. Their ears perked up when Laswell said the Russians were working with someone new.

She hands a photo to Price who looked at it;
"He's not new", his voice gruffly says sliding the picture over to Gaz who glanced over at her. She raised an eyebrow at his sudden mood change. Gaz passed the photo to Soap who then passes it to Ghost. Axle turns his hand and her blood ran hot,
"No!", she stood up knocking the chair over, "are you sure?", she glared at Laswell who was confused,
"Yes, why? Who is he?", she asked Price.
Price stared at Axle then turned to Laswell leaning into,
"Makarov!"

Axle stepped away glaring at Makarov's photo as the others were confused. Price cleared his throat,
"Makarov killed her family, tortured them to death and made her watch. She escaped almost killing him in the process. About 7 years ago, he killed her entire squad in Iraq and she's been noted as K.I.A", he explained to them, "she was supposedly dead till I heard from chatter that she was doing some contract killings, even got her hands on the senate till she disappeared off grid and became a Ghost", he tells.
The team gazed as Axle who silently glared at the photo. Ghost stood up walking over to her, he saw her knuckles turning white from squeezing the photo so hard,
"Axle", he called her name softly.

She dropped the photo to the ground her whole body tense as she turns away, her shoulders heaving. Ghost watched her silently as Price approached,
"We'll get him. I promise you", he said as Ghost slowly grabbed her arm.
Axle breathed out,
"We find him...", she looked up at them, "he's mine!"

{18+ Mature Content Ahead}

Axle silently walked to her hotel room with Ghost trialing behind her quietly. She took out her keycard pausing and looked at Ghost. He could see some vulnerability in them, he pulled her into his arms cradling her head on his chest. She closed her eyes relaxing in his touch,
"Makarov needs to die", she stated as he looked down at her. His hands trail her cheek looking at every inch of her,
"He will", slowly removing his mask. Axle stared into his eyes knowing he meant what he said. He leaned forward capturing her lips in a kiss. She deepened it and pulled him into her. Ghost grabbed the keycard, opening the door and they walked in.
He locked the door and walked over to the bed pushing her down gently, climbing on top of her. She eyed him as he leaned his head into her neck and trailed soft kisses along her neckline. She moaned arching her back as his hands trail squeezed her hip. Ghost pulled back removing his hoodie and vest then takes off his shirt.
Axle eyed his toned muscles sitting up and removed her own shirt. He pushed her back down to the bed, lips attacking her chest sucking lightly on it leaving love bites. She trailed her hands down to his belt buckle feeling his body shiver at her touch. She unbuttons his jeans pushing it down as he undos hers, lifting up to pull her combat pants and pantie off. He crawled back between her legs lifting them around his waist,
"I promise you Axle, I got your back every step of the way. Together", he breathes out. Axle rubbed his jawline,
"I know Ghost. I'll always have yours too", she says as he kissed her before slowly thrusting inside of her. Axle moans deepening the kiss, he was definitely big and she took him in well. She gasped feeling him thrust deeper inside of her and her insides clenched around him as he kept his thrusts at a rhythm. She moaned squeezing his arms holding onto him but he grabbed her hands trapping them above her head, gripping her hip as he thrusts harder, kissing her neck,
"Ahhh", she gasped arching into him.
He pounded into her, his breath hot against her skin. He could feel himself getting close, and he starts to lose control,
"I'm close", he groans, his body trembling. He buries his face in her neck, his thrusts becoming erratic,
"Ghost", she moaned, clenching her insides tightly around him. He lets out a deep moan as he finally reached his climax, his body shuddering against hers. He grunts as she pushes him over straddling his waist,
"I was not done", she whispered attacking his neck. Now it was her turn to take control.
She feels his hands on her waist and gasps as she slowly lowers herself on him. He moans looking up at her with desire and lust,
"You're going to be the death of me Ax", his British accent thick.
She chuckled moving her hips forward hearing him hiss knowing he was still sensitive from his previous orgasm, and then feeling of her surrounding him was too much to bear,
"Shit", he groaned.
Axle sits further on him and rides him hard and fast. She gasps as he starts to thrust up to meet her movements. His body trembled with need. She moans sitting up and smirks down at him, her hand trailed down her body to her sensitive nub, moaning as she rubbed it. Ghosts eyes watch as she pleasures herself while riding him and he can feel himself getting harder inside of her.
"Mmmm, yes", she moans rubbing herself harder, panting heavily, her eyes rolled in the back of her head. She can feel her own orgasm building as Ghost continues to thrust up into her. He groans loudly, his own tensing as he reaches his peak. He thrusts up into her one last time, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he cums,
"Axle...", he groans out.
Axle gasps as she reached her own climax, her insides squeezed him tight riding out her orgasm as Ghost pulls her down and thrusts to help her ride out her orgasm. Axle leaned her forehead against his,
"Seems like you will be the death of me Ghostie", she breathes out hearing him chuckle. He slowly pulls her down, pulling out of her and wraps his arms around her, holding her close. He kissed her head gently,
"You're mine, Axle, and I'm never letting you go", his voice firm.
Axle smiled laying her head on his chest and laid her leg on his waist. He closed his eyes, a peaceful content look upon their face as they drift off to sleep holding on to each other.

(Till next time..........😏😏)