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It was quiet. Too quiet in your opinion.

Most times when you were in the field it meant that everything was about to turn ass up and someone was going to get hurt.

Sitting with your sniper in position you waited patiently for the target to come into view.

The wind softly accentuates the quiet noises of the forest around you. You can hear small sounds of the wildlife around you just going about their lives not understanding how cruel this world could be.

Trying to block out any distractions you shift back into position, eyeing the dingy looking building in front of you. The walls were decrepit and the earth seemed to smite its existence entirely as it started to swallow it back into itself.

No movement. You pull back from your sight to adjust your elbows for what seemed like the hundredth time tonight.

Your ribs were sore from lying on your stomach for so long. Back aching to be stretched and bent back into its normal posture.

Now was not the time though, you felt a shift in the air, like a sixth sense that now; after several painstaking hours of watching and waiting that now was the time for something to happen.

Checking your sights again you finally see movement, a shadow crosses over the window, there's a small light coming in from the left.

You’re ready, at this point the act of killing is nothing more to you than your purpose in this world.

A highly trained military weapon of mass destruction.

The target comes back into view, the shot is good. You exhale slowly and pull the trigger.

The target goes down, you radio into your commanding officer, “Target eliminated.”

You hear static and rustling in your earpiece, “Good work soldier, evac is 2 clicks out.”

“Yes sir,” you respond curtly wanting to just get out of the mud you’ve been laying in for the past 6 hours.

Your legs are slightly numb from the lack of movement, you stand slowly shaking them out to regain some feeling and pack up.

The chopper descends slowly pushing the trees back around you. They throw a rope down and you start climbing as the chopper begins to leave the LZ.

A soldier helps pull you in and you take a seat, grabbing your headset from the wall behind you.

The pilot voice echoes through your head. Something about when you’ll make it back to the base but you’re not paying attention.

The debrief is short and before long you are left to your own devices in your barrack.

It’s simple, a bed, a desk, a small light and a bathroom attached. It’s clean, not an object out of place.

You never bothered to carry materialistic things with you, you learned very quickly to not get attached to anything because it could be taken away from you in the blink of an eye.

Sitting on the edge of your bed you unlace your boots. Still covered in mud and sweat and lord knows what else you make your way over to the shower.

You don’t bother with the light, the darkness surrounds you as you step into the warm water.

It stings as it washes over a still healing knife wound from your last mission. You accept the pain graciously. A reminder that you made it out alive unlike some of your fellow soldiers.

You duck your head under the hot water. The noise of the world silences and you give yourself a second to accept that another life has claimed part of your soul. Or what's left of it.

You don’t stay there long, only ever giving yourself a moment to grieve the loss of your own life with another.

The tile is cold beneath your feet as you step out. You wrap your towel around yourself and change into a shirt and shorts before crawling into bed.

Staring at the ceiling you wonder when sleep will come to you tonight, if at all. It seems to be a rarity in your life to have the simple comfort of a good night’s rest these days.

You awake to pounding at your door.

You quickly check your phone reading the time. You have only been in and out of sleep for an hour or two. The pounding persists.

You walk over to the door to see your commander. Squinting in the fluorescent lights that shine into your eyes you try to blink away the brightness.

“Pack up your things, you’re being transferred.”

It was short and curt, no room for questions, no time to process. He leaves quickly and you stand there dumbfoundedly for a moment before closing the door and turning to gather what little belongings you had.

Walking down the quiet halls of the base you find your way to his office. You set down your bags by the door as you walk into his office.

“Take a seat Ranger. I don’t have a lot of time to explain,” he says hurriedly.

You sit in the uncomfortable chair that faces his desk. It’s cluttered with paperwork and files, the monitor dusty and the edges chipped from wear.

“You are being moved to a new task force. You’ve been requested by commanding officer John Price of the 141. Your new contract will be negotiated once you land, your flight leaves in an hour.”

You stay still in your seat, mulling over the words just spoken to you. You had heard of the 141 in passing throughout the years, an elite task force of only the best of the best. They were known for being silent and deadly weapons of the military, only calling for the highest level threats.

You nod, accepting the change without question.

Your commander walks around to the front side of his desk and leans against it in front of you, “It’s been a pleasure working with you Ranger, best of luck.”

He stands again turning away from you and walking back to his seat, “Dismissed.”

You stand, leaving for the tarmac to wait. The air was crisp, the sun still not awake yet to greet you as you waited patiently.

The flight over was long, a few connecting flights over to the UK before you finally made it to your new home.

You were tired, exhausted really. Only running on a few hours of sleep the past few days. You were starting to feel delirious as it became harder to function due to the weight of your head and limbs.

You grab your things and step out of the helicopter, thankfully it was late at night when you arrived.

A man was standing a few meters out from the chopper, you walked over to greet him. He extends his hand toward you which you accept, “Captain John Price, pleasure to meet you.”

You nod in acknowledgement, you weren’t much of a talker, only when necessary.

“Welcome to the 141 we have been waiting for you,” he says, turning to guide you inside the base.

The lights are bright, the hallways have a slight echo to them. He leads you down a series of turns and doors before reaching his office.

It’s modest, a few books tucked away on a shelf, a fishing hat sitting on the corner of his desk, a picture frame facing the back wall.

You sit, and wait.

He comes around to take his own seat, pulling out a small file from the drawer of his desk. It’s thin, only a few pages underneath the cover.

He looks up and clears his throat, “I’ve been trying to get you over here for quite some time now, your stats are impressive. I know you’ll make a great asset to the force.” He shuffles a few pages around to face you.

It’s all boring legal paperwork that you’ve been through several times before. You moved around a lot, different forces needing your expertise often. You sign a few pages and pass them back to him silently.

“Not much of a talker I see.” He says slightly nodding his head. “No worry, we have another like you here too.”

His eyes leave you and turn to look behind you. A hulking man in a skull mask approaches the door. You turn slightly in your seat to get a better look, face expressionless as you take him in.

He’s tall, broad, heavily covered and in tactical gear. His eyes meet yours briefly before looking at Price.

Price throws his hands up, “Speak of the devil, we were just talking about you.” He gestures toward you then to the man, “Ranger, this is Ghost, your lieutenant and commanding officer.”

You steal another glance out of the corner of your eye, he was staring at you, it set your teeth on edge. You turn back to Price looking at him blankly.

Price speaks up again, “What did you need son?”

Ghost stands stiffly for a moment before speaking, “Didn’t mean to bother you sir, just wanted to see if you had any updates from Laswell.”

You listen, still turned away from the man, he had a strong british accent.

“Not yet, should have some in a few hours. In the meantime why don’t you show Ranger to her room, she’s off the left side across from Soap,” he says standing and placing your paperwork back in the folder and setting it back into the drawer he pulled it from. “It’s been a long day I’m going to turn in.”

He stands, giving you a warm smile as he walks past Ghost and out into the hall disappearing from sight.

You stand, gathering your things and turn to face Ghost. He stares, you stare back. It’s hard to tell what color his eyes are in this light. Most of his face remains in shadow.

He grunts before turning and leading you in the opposite direction that Price walked. It’s a short walk, his strides were long making it hard to keep up with him.

He stopped suddenly before turning to you, “Call time is 0600 don’t be late,” he stated coldly.

You had to tilt your head back to look at him properly, you nod before entering the room. You throw a quiet, “thank you,” behind you as you enter but it falls on deaf ears as your voice gets drowned out by the sound of your door swinging shut behind you.

You let out a small huff before assessing the room. It was nicer than any of the other rooms you had stayed in before. The bed was slightly larger than your last, the bathroom was bigger and there was even a closet.

Laying on the nightstand by your bed were a few patches to attach to your tactical gear and a small note folded up next to it.

You sit, grabbing the note and unfolding it, ‘welcome to the team Ranger.’ A few signatures littered the bottom of the page. Soap, Gaz, Roach, and Price. Soap’s name had a small smiley face next to it which made you smile slightly at the childlike gesture.

You placed the note back on the bedside table and began unpacking your things. By now you were moving with sluggish movements. You had already dropped two of your shirts trying to get them out of your duffle. You figured it would just be best to go to bed and finish in the morning.

Your alarm went off way too soon for your liking, a slight groan escaped your lips before you forced your eyes open.

Dropping your legs off the side of your bunk you got up. You showered quickly and got dressed in simple combat attire. You reached for the handle and stepped out into the hallway.

It took a second to register that you had absolutely no idea where you were on base, too tired last night to make note of any of the hallways or rooms you had passed along the way to your room.

Thankfully you heard voices from a little ways down the hall and followed them.

“Nah, ye ain’t got nothing on my charm ye gilly. She’s gonn adore me,” you heard before turning the corner and finding yourself in the mess hall.

As you looked up you were met with several pairs of eyes staring right at you, it made you uncomfortable but you kept a straight face, keeping your composure even though the feeling of all these people watching you made you want to turn and go back to your room.

A man with a mohawk strided toward you, “Aye there she is, names Johnny but you can call me Soap,” the Scottsman says, extending a hand to you.

You shake it, making brief eye contact before casting your eyes downwards toward the beat up tiles of the mess hall.

The scott moves closer to you, invading your personal space and goes to put an arm around your shoulder, you quickly turn your head and take a step back, glaring at him.

He leans back and retracts his arm, throwing his hands up in a surrendering motion, “sorry lass didn’t mean te spook ya there.”

He quickly recovers from his mistake by walking toward the rest of the men sitting at the table.

He stands behind them, placing his hands on the man's shoulder, “This is Gaz.”

Gaz smiles softly at you giving you a small wave.

Soap points to the guy to his right. The man speaks up, “Hi, I’m Roach.”

Soap steps back and turns to you, glancing to the corner of the hall where Ghost sits looking over at the group, “and that’s the lieutenant.”

You don’t look over to meet his gaze, you didn’t have to, you knew he was watching.

You meet all of their gazes before walking over to join them, “It’s nice to meet you all.” You say quickly, sitting down.

The next hour consisted of small talk between the guys, you didn’t say much but you appreciated them trying.

Eventually you were all called into the conference room by Price. He stood in front of a large screen going over the mission details and filling you in on what you had missed.

You sat toward the back of the oval table, the rest of the team scattered around in what you could assume were their usual seats. The lights were dim and the room was cold.

You didn’t see the Lt. sitting in the room but you felt that gnawing feeling that someone was watching. You tried to shake it off and just brush it off as nerves, trying to focus on the mission details but it was making you anxious.

You turned your head to the back of the room and were met with a piercing pair of eyes on you. There he was, leaning against the back wall of the conference room with his arms crossed.

He was wearing a tight fitted black shirt and tactical vest, combat pants and had a small knife in his left hand, idly spinning it in his grasp. You could barely make out the details of the tattoos that littered his arm in the dim lightning, tracing the tattoo all the way up to the cuff of his shirt before meeting his gaze again.

He stood for a moment longer before nodding his head at you as a way to say ‘pay attention kid.’

You felt your eyes squint slightly at his cocky demeanor but turned around nonetheless and listened to the rest of Price’s debrief.

It finished within the next half hour, Price wrapping it up with a quick, “Dismissed.”

Everyone filed out and headed for the gym for training. You changed into a black fitted shirt and compression shorts.

Gaz and Roach were sparring on the mat, Soap was sitting on the bench with a towel around his neck and a water bottle in his hand. Ghost was over in the back of the room on the bench press.

As you walked in, all eyes were on you, something you figured you would have to get used to being the only woman on the team.

“Ay lass,” Soap called out, he always seemed to be the first one to notice you in the room. “Wanna see if ya can take me down after these idiots stop messing around,” he hollered.

Gaz and Roach looked at each other in a silent agreement before stepping off of the mat. You walked over to Soap slowly, swaying your hips a little more than you normally would due to the clothes you are wearing. You watched as his eyes followed your body as it moved.

Bending down to be eye level with the man you smile softly, you reach up to cup the side of face in your small hands before reaching up further to grab onto his ear and drag him over to the mat.

“Hey hey what in the hell are ya doin, god dammit lassie tha ain’t even fair play,” Soap yelled as you dragged him the last few steps onto the mat.

You release him letting out a small chuckle and get into position with your arms up and your legs spread out for balance. “You ready?” you say cheekily.

Soap stands at the ready, watching you, eyeing you up, “I’m not going to go easy on ya now Bonnie.”

“Good, now I won’t have to pull my punches big boy,” you say in a joking tone.

Soap wasn’t really mad, if anything he didn’t mind that you were woman enough to drag him out and call him on his bullshit.

He lunges forward to jab at your side, you block it and spin out to get behind him. You land a kick to his ass sending him forward momentarily before he regains his balance and turns around. He drops low and barrels into you, sending both of you tumbling down into the mat below.

He is on top of you now, the sheer weight of his body holding you down and locking you into place. You try to slide out but it seems that it’s not going to work, instead you wrap your arms over the back of his neck and pull down while pushing up with your legs throwing the man off balance with a grunt.

You slide out, quickly turning to jump on his back while he falls forward, wrapping your legs around his torso and your arms around his neck. You lean hard to the left making both of you fall back again, this time with your back to the mat and Soap falling onto your chest.

It hurts momentarily having all that weight come crashing down onto your chest but you keep your arms tight around his neck.
He tries to move but the grip you have on him is airtight, nothing was going to make you release.

After a few moments you could feel him start to get sluggish from the lack of oxygen and he reached up to tap out. You immediately released your hold on him, pushing him upright to get more air.

He coughed a few times, regaining his breath before turning to you, “damn bonnie, I didn’t expect all of that from ya.”

You smile, standing up to give him a hand up, “They never do,” you respond with a smile.

You hoist him up, letting out a huff of air as you do. He stands and lets go of your hand turning to grab his water off the bench. You suddenly feel all the blood drain from your face, your fingers beginning to tingle slightly.

You blink trying to regain vision, you try to stay still so as to not throw yourself off balance and wait for the moment to pass. The lightheadedness seems to just be an annoying side effect of not really sleeping or eating much these days.

It’s not that you didn’t want to sleep per say, it's just that every time you tried you only saw the faces of those that you had brutally killed, the friends you lost, and the onslaught of blood and human remains that you had to step over in the field.

You were not a little girl anymore, playing with toys and hugging your parents before bed. No, you were one of the highest ranking military assets in the world. A ruthless killer, a nameless woman with her only purpose to be used as the government pleases.

You blinked away the last of the blackness covering your vision taking a step forward and off the mat. The boys cheered you on for your victory throwing a few jokes Soap’s way making him wave off their criticism.

“To die in a woman's arms like that would be a fucking honor,” he threw over his shoulder at Gaz and Roach.

“Amen to that,” Gaz shouted back, walking away with Roach.

Soap retreated back to the locker room to shower off the sweat and grime of the training with the guys. You shook out your arms, the strain already setting in from taking on a man of Soap’s size.

You started waking toward the bench before feeling a tap on your shoulder. It startled you at first not hearing anyone walk up to you. You turned, meeting Ghost’s chest, taking a step back and you looked up at him, “Lieutenant.”
“Get back on the mat soldier, you’re going again.” He turned making his way to the mat. His figure and size didn’t diminish as he walked away, he was still a hulking mass of flesh and muscle.

“Quit starin’ and get your ass on this mat before I have to come drag you on it.” He said gruffly not turning around to face you.

You hurriedly made your way over, taking up position and watching him. You both circled each other, watching each other’s movements and steps carefully. It was a game of chicken, who was going to strike first.

You knew you had no shot in overpowering him, you saw what he could bench. He was easily lifting and throwing around three times your bodyweight. You were royally fucked. But you had to at least try to land a few punches.

“C’mon princess I don’t have all day,” he taunted.

It was hard to make out the expressions under the mask, only the whites of his eyes were visible under all the black paint. He looked inhuman, like a demon sent from hell to wreak havoc on the land of the living.

You readied yourself and lunged, swinging into his rib cage. He blocked it, sending a punch into your shoulder, knocking you back. You came back at him faking a swing and wrapping your leg behind him and jerking it forward. He started to fall and a smirk made its way across your face before feeling him latch onto your shirt pulling you down too.

He quickly recovered, forcing you under him and trapping you between his legs. His body was hot and heavy on yours. You tried to send an elbow up into his chin but he grabbed your forearms and pushed them over your head.

He was staring right at you know, your eyes blown wide at the quick action. You tried to move using all the strength you had left, your breathing picked up rapidly, heart pounding in your chest. Panicking.

He leaned in close to your face, a harsh gaze boring into you, “What’s wrong princess? Can’t get up?,” he said smugly.

**Flashback**

“You’re drunk Luke, just knock it off already.” You said trying to finish up the dishes that had been piling up for the past three days.

Cold clammy hands wrapped around your waist, hot breath irritating the back of your neck, “C’mon babe I just had a beer with the guys, what’s the harm?”
Turning off the faucet you moved to grab a towel but you were firmly held in place by Luke’s arms, a hand slowly starting to work it’s way down to the front of your pants, “You know I love how much of a little housewife you are, standing here doing my dishes, making me dinner.”

You reached down disgusted and tried to push his hand away, “I said knock it off!”

You must have started him a little bit in his current state because his hold became looser and you were able to turn around getting out of reach.

Suddenly a hand was on your neck dragging you forward, eyes wide with fear you met his, shining red, full of anger. “You fucking cunt, you think you get to call the shot around here?”

You couldn’t breathe, and out of panic you kneed him in the groin giving you the chance to rip your neck from his hands. You turned, sprinting toward your room, you could hear him yelling back down the hall; his footsteps getting closer.

Run. Run. Run.

Turning a corner and then another you could almost reach out and touch you door before you were falling, slamming into the cold floor with Luke on top of you. He flipped you around, grabbing you hands and holding them above your head, “Thought you could pull a stunt like that and get away with it,” he said, huffing hot air into your face.

Writhing underneath him, wind still knocked out of you all you could do was squirm. You were chocking on the little air you could suck into your lungs, suffocating on the one thing all humans need to live.

“What’s wrong princess? Can’t get up?” He laughed, reaching for his belt and sliding the zipper down.

**

Full panic started to fill your body, it was all consuming, you needed to get out but you couldn’t move, couldn’t think straight. A small whine escaped your throat, you pulled against his hold on your arms. Memories flashed before your eyes being back in that room, back in that place, you couldn’t make out what was real and what was not.

Ghost noticed the shift in your demeanor, his gaze quickly changed from that of anger to concern. He didn’t know what was happening.
You started to thrash under him, “g..get off,” you said quietly, not being about to fully breathe with the panic. Your words came out like you were wounded. It sounded pathetic even to your ears, “..off.” Your voice chocked out.

He quickly released his grip on your arms and leaned back taking some of the weight off your body. You pulled yourself out from under him, hand reaching up to your chest trying to catch your breath.

“What the hell are you on about kid?,” he spoke with a mix of concern and authority.

You couldn’t meet his eyes, too embarrassed and ashamed to speak. You turned and pushed yourself up feeling hot tears welling up in your eyes. You stormed out of the gym before he could grab you.

You kept it together all the way through the halls until you reached an exit door leading you outside to the backside of the base. You practically threw yourself out the door into the cool air. You leaned against the wall, choking back the churning of your stomach.

Your breathing was coming out in labored pants, you couldn’t get enough air in. It was like there was a wall not letting you get any more than just a few small gasps of oxygen in at a time.

You fell to your knees spitting up bile in front of you, head leaning over yourself, an arm stretched out in front of you to maintain balance. You started coughing, then it all came up. You let it all out, the burning sensation in your throat keeping you grounded. Spitting into the dirt you get the rest of it out of your mouth.

Leaning back, letting your back rest against the cool metal of the base. Your eyes were closed, and your breathing started to even out.

Frustrated wasn’t even the word for it, you thought you were over this by now. The panic attacks had stopped for a while, it had been about a year since that even happened. Luke couldn’t touch you any more, but trauma has a funny way of showing up at the worst times.

Sitting with your head against the wall and your arms on your knees you suddenly heard the back door open, your eyes flew open, a hand going to your face to try and wipe the tears away.

You saw a boot step out and when you looked up a wave of relief washed over you, it was Price. He was holding a cigar in his hand and wearing that god awful fishing hat. He turned slightly startled, not expecting to see you.

He quickly assessed the scene before him and his gaze turned soft, “What happened hun?” he said quietly, approaching you slowly as if he would move too quickly he would scare you off like a wild animal.

He tucked his cigar into his vest pocket and crouched down next to you, “let’s get you inside kid, c’mon,” he said gently grabbing your arm and helping you up.

He had read your file, there wasn’t much in it but being a higher ranking officer he got to see all your psych reports and knew what was happening. He carefully wrapped an arm around you and led you inside, making sure to take the back ways so no one would see.

You kept your gaze on the floor the whole way back to your room, listening to the sound of yours and his boots tap against the floor. He opened the door to your room and guided you over to your bed, you sat not caring about your boots dirtying up your covers. He sat down on the end of the bed. “Are you alright kid?”

You kept your head down, your fingers suddenly becoming the most interesting thing in the world. “M’ fine sir,” you spoke softly. You glanced up at him, “thanks.” you said with a somber attitude, still embarrassed. You felt weak, fragile. You were a soldier for Christ's sake, you didn’t have time for this shit.

Price opened his mouth like he was about to say something but changed his mind. He stood up, putting a hand on your shoulder in a reassuring manner, “Take your time, you’re dismissed from duties for today.” He walked out, shutting the door to your room behind him.

You laid down still in your sweaty gym clothes and closed your eyes not wanting to deal with anything else.

Price called everyone into the conference room to go over a few new updates. Everyone took their normal seats, Gaz and Roach next to each other, Soap across the table, and Ghost lurking in the back of the room.

Soap turned and looked around the room as Price started pulling up the files on his computer, “Sir we’re missing Ranger.”

Price kept his eyes trained on his computer clicking on a file, “Ranger isn’t feeling good, I’ll fill her in later,” he said.

Gaz spoke up, “She alright? She was fine a few hours ago?” he asked, slightly concerned.

“I assure you she’s fine. She’s only been here for a day boys, let her adjust.” He said gruffly.
Ghost looked at Price trying to decipher if he was sugar coating his words. He felt bad but he didn’t know what the hell happened. One second she was fired up and the next like a wounded puppy. She ran out before he could even ask questions.

Ghost slipped out of the conference room unnoticed. For being such a large man he was able to move silently. He walked down the hallway toward your room. Standing at the door he raised his hand to bang on the door, he decided to just knock quietly.

No answer. He knocked again this time louder.

You woke up to hearing knocking on your door, you cracked your eyes open blinking the sleep away. It was darker outside now, the knocking persisted.

You threw your legs off the side of your bed, walking over to the door. You quickly adjusted your clothes and fixed yourself up. You reached for the handle and cracked the door open slightly. You looked up and were met with Ghost’s eyes on you. He looked like he wasn’t expecting you to open the door at all, a slightly shocked expression playing over his eyes.

Silence. It seemed to be the way you both communicated, neither knowing what to say at the moment.

You coughed a little trying to clear your throat, “did you need something sir?” you asked.

He looked down on you, your eyes were slightly swollen, cheeks flushed from sleep, lips red and puffy too. If it were different circumstances he might even say you looked cute like this, “You missed the meeting,” he said, clearing his throat and keeping a cold tone.

You shifted to open the door more, standing up straight, “I know.” You spoke coldly, you didn’t mean for it to come out that harsh but you can’t take it back now.

This must have pissed him off because he turned his head down the hall and let out a scoff before looking back at you, “If you want to be on this team you need to get your shit together kid, we have a mission tomorrow. Can’t have you fucking it up.”

You were taken aback by his words, anger flashing over your face, “Anything else sir,” you bit out. Before he could answer you slammed the door in his face.

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Turning to your dresser you grabbed a bottle of bourbon from the drawer and took a long hard gulp of the liquid. The fucking nerve of that posh British shit you thought to yourself, feeling your cheeks heat up from anger. The liquor burned more than normal from throwing up earlier but you welcomed the sting. You took another swig before placing it back into your top drawer and went to take a shower.

You got dressed and made your way into the mess hall for dinner, you could feel yourself loosening up as the liquor started hitting you. You were a damn good killer but that didn’t mean you would ever be a “good” soldier.

You slightly tripped walking into the mess hall, you found Soap’s eyes and smiled. He smiled back, waving you over.

“Hiya lass, missed you at the meeting, you feelin’ better?”

You turned to him, “Yeah just got a bad migraine, but I’m all good now,” you said cheerfully.

Roach let out a chuckle, “That’s the most words I’ve heard you speak since you got here.”

You dismissed the comment and turned back to Soap, “so what did I miss?”

He explained that the mission would be a stakeout with possible targets out in an abandoned shipping yard, they are trying to gather intel on a man named Markarov. The 141 had been keeping an eye on him for a few months, thinking he had high grade weapons in an underground black market.

Dinner carried on like normal, the lieutenant was nowhere to be seen. You were starting to really warm up to the squad, throwing jokes back and forth with them.

Soap’s laugh was infectious, he was laughing through his words as he spoke, “Ye think I can’t pull a man just as easily as her?”

“Hell no, not with that face,” Gaz cackled.

You laughed, “Well I don’t know boys, Soap’s got some good charm on him, I think he could do it.”

Soap turned to face you, “You think I’m charming do you now lassie.” His voice was low, enough for you to hear while Roach and Gaz were busy chatting about something else.

“Is that not what I just said sir,” you flirted back with big eyes.

He took all of you before him, big green eyes, pretty face, soft lips. You looked like you could be on the cover of a magazine, the type of pretty that was soft but also sharp.

You quickly turned and started laughing, he did too. You both knew that both of you guys were just pulling each other’s chains. “Are there any clubs around here, I think I’m going to go insane having to stay locked up on base with you all.”

“There’s a few decent places, Price normally lets us off our leash if we do good on missions,” Soap said.

You hummed in acknowledgement before placing both your hands on the table and standing, “All right boys, I’ll see you in the morning, I'm gonna turn in for the night.”

It was the morning of the mission, you hadn’t seen any of the guys all morning. Everyone was off doing their pre-mission rituals. You always found yourself in the armory cleaning and checking all of your equipment.

You methodically wiped down the barrel of your sniper making sure it was spotless. Packing away everything in your tactical bags and adjusting your bags you made your way out to the tarmac. Soap, Price, and Gaz were all waiting, Roach staying back to handle some other logistical issue with Kate.

You guys loaded up, you took the open seat next to Soap, Gaz across from you and Price in the cockpit with the pilot. You settled in and were chatting with Soap when Ghost showed up taking the seat next to Gaz.

You tried to ignore him, still not really having time to process what ever the fuck happened the night before. You glanced over at his boots, his frame was too large for the seat, but granted you were the only one that really fit in the seats compared to the guys.

The chopper took off toward the industrial complex and everyone synced up with comms once it was in flight.

Price spoke up, “All right guys,” he paused, “and gals…I want a clean mission, get in, get whatever you can find for intel and get the hell out of there. LZ is secured but the building may be hot, keep your eyes up and get back to me in one piece.”

You made the mistake of looking at Ghost, he had a skull face plate over his mask that made him look even less like a human and more like a demon. He looked back at you, you could only really make out a little bit of his face in the back of the copter. He didn’t say anything, just kept his eyes on you.

“Get ready to drop in, T-2 minutes,” Price spoke over the comms silencing the small banter going on between Soap and Gaz.

You felt sick. You couldn’t place it but you knew better than to ignore that sinking feeling in your stomach. You checked the straps on your vest and fidgeted in your seat.

“Ya alright bon?” Soap asked.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good, just got a weird feeling is all.” You looked out to the opening door getting ready to jump out. You waited for the signal and then dropped onto the LZ keeping your head low until you were out of range of the blades and the wind.

Ghost made his way out front, reaching his hand up to his earpiece to speak, “Alright Gaz you’re on me, Ranger, Soap go round back we will secure the ground level and make our way up.”

“Roger that Lt.” Soap said.

You and Soap made your way around back, being careful to stay hidden. Soap knocked down the back door and you both started sweeping the first level.

Soap stood up and radioed in, “All clear Alpha-1, permission to start on the second floor.”

“Granted.” Ghost’s voice was cold, composed but alert. “Watch his 6 Ranger.” He added.

The nerve of this guy, of course you’re going to watch his fucking six, you aren’t some newbie recruit who just signed up yesterday.

The radio cut out and you and Soap made your way up to the second floor, Gaz and Ghost were also approaching their set of stairs to make their way up.

Soap moved carefully checking the rooms on the left side while you made your way through clearing the ones on the right. Most of them were just old offices. Dusty monitors sat dormant and paperwork was scattered all over the floors. It looked like the place hadn’t been used in well over 20 years.

“I found something.” Soap radioed in, he was a few paces behind you in one of the offices.

“What did you find Sergeant?” Ghost radioed back.

“Looks like blueprints, and there’s a working computer, gonna try to bypass the security and download the files, see if there’s anything worth lookin’ at in here,” Soap said.

You kept walking down the hallway, spotting Ghost and Gaz at the other end making their way through the long corridor. You turned to clear the room when a hand came out and grabbed the barrel of your gun yanking you forward into the doorway.

A fist came down on the back of your head making you fall completely to the floor, you heard people running and the comms were going crazy.

“We got company, targets inbound get out of there!” Price yelled through the comms.

No fucking shit you thought as you wrestled the man on top of you. You socked him in the jaw and grabbed your knife from your vest, slicing his throat open over you. You rolled him off, the blood from his neck dripping onto your arm as you pulled it out from under him.

Grabbing your gun you set it up pointing out the window of the small office. Looking through your sights you could see armored trucks racing down the street toward the building.

“Got 3 trucks coming in from the west end,” you shouted.

You started shooting trying to take out the tires, you could hear Gaz and Ghost fighting off a few other men in the building.

“Files are downloaded, lets get the fuck out of here.” Soap shouted.

“I have sights on the trucks, you guys go, I'll slow them down.” You managed to shoot out the tires on two of the trucks, and men started jumping out and shooting in your direction.

Ghost growled over the comms, “Ranger get your ass out of that window now we're taking heavy fire.”

You didn’t move, disobeying direct orders, you kept shooting, knocking out at least 10 guys. “I’m heading down.” you lied. You have a good shot from your advantage point and they were busy handling other targets. You could sneak out in a second but you had to take down some of the guys blocking the exits.

Ghost and Gaz made it out first Soap close behind as more men started flooding into the building. The guys made their way out into the rubble and started shooting, “Where the fuck is Ranger” Ghost shouted over their fire.

“She’s not with you?” Soap looked over at Ghost with a look of genuine concern.

Ghost’s movements halted, “God fucking damnit, she’s still in the building.”

More and more men made their way into the building, Ghost had no other choice, he jumped over his hiding spot and started running toward the building. He was taking down the targets left and right ruthlessly.

Soap and Gaz covered him until he was inside and kept killing anyone on the outside.

Gaz radioed in that there was no one left outside and only those left in the building, he asked if Ghost needed backup, a simple “No.” was all he got.

You needed to move, you were able to take down a decent amount of men from the window but they were entering the building now and you couldn’t see them.

You grabbed your gun and made it up to the 4th floor, there was a bloody trail of men behind you as you made it your own personal mission to clear the rest of them out. Everything was quiet to you now, blocking out the comms and the gunfire. You had a certain way of just dissociating once you were alone.

A man jumped out, shooting at you, you were able to get his weapon away from him and knock it down the hall a ways but not before he pulled out a knife and cut you up the side of your ribs where the vest didn’t close.

You swallowed back a yelp and lunged at his throat effectively taking him down to the ground with you on top of him while you choked him out. For good measure you shot him between the eyes, the blood splattered across your face from the impact. You steadied yourself and kept going.

Grabbing the man’s gun you tucked it into the back of your waistband. You could hear shots being fired from the floor below. You cleared the top floor and started making your way down the stairwell, there was so much adrenaline pumping through you you barely even registered the pain in your side.

Running down the stairs you ran into more men, luckily for you you had the upper hand and rained death upon them as they tried to climb up to you. You heard the bullets of your gun clatter to the floor as the last man dropped and it was quiet.

You made your way back down to the second level and put your comms back in. It sputtered for a moment before you heard Ghost, “Bravo 0-2 how copy? Bravo can you hear me?”

“Bravo 0-2 copy, making my way down.” you responded coldly. You knew you were in for it but you had managed to find some files on the top floor that could lead to some new intel for the mission. You were hoping that you could use that information as a get out of jail free card for going solo.

You saw Ghost standing, breathing heavily towards the end of the hallway, you walked toward him carefully knowing he would be a loose cannon.

“Do you know how fucking stupid you have to be to disobey me? Are you really that dumb to run off by yourself because you wanted to go play hero?”

He was fuming, every word was sharp and biting. “You could have gotten yourself killed, you could have gotten your team eliminated all because you wanted to take the fuckin’ scenic route!”

The adrenaline was starting to wear off and his words were growing heavier and heavier as he spoke, the pain in your ribs was growing and the soreness of your muscles was setting in.

“I wasn’t..” you tried but were cut off by him yelling more. His words started to phase in and out of your brain only able to catch a few words. You looked down for the first time at your cut, it wasn’t making sense, you shouldn’t be in this much pain over a scratch.

When you looked down you saw the handle of the knife hanging out of you, your vest was soaked in blood and the blade was completely embedded into your ribs at an ungodly angle. You barely registered Ghost’s boots coming into your field of vision.

“...Ranger….kid…are you….e…..listenin……….right now?”

You could barely make out what he was saying as you felt yourself starting to sway, bile rising in the back of your throat. You didn’t mind the sight of blood on other people but when it was your own, dripping out the side of you at an alarming rate it just put you over the edge.

“Ranger.” It was the first clear word you heard him say, you looked up. Your face pale and eyes distant.

“I think I’m going to pass out sir.” You said calmly. He hadn’t noticed the knife in your side yet, it was dark in the hallway and you were turned away from him enough to hide the handle.

“What the fuck do you mean, pass out? You’re fucking standing fine right now, don’t act all dumb because you want to get out of this soldier.” he bit back at you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, you could feel your heart beating faster and faster, you stumbled into the wall, wincing at the harsh impact. You reached up to your side gripping the handle of the blade. Distantly you heard someone shouting at you but you couldn’t really focus and you wanted the thing out of you. You felt delirious, vision growing darker.

You yanked the blade out and bit the back of your glove to stifle the scream that followed. Ghost was moments too late to stop you from pulling it out. He didn’t know until he saw you reaching for your side.

You dropped the blade and tried to push yourself off the wall but collapsed. Ghost caught you as you fell into his arms. You heard him swearing but then it was quiet, and everything slowly faded out. The last thing you saw were his eyes, wide, looking down at you.

“Shit, Ranger! Ranger! we need medical evac now, Ranger’s down.”

Ghost grabbed your side keeping pressure on the wound, blood was seeping out the side faster than he could keep it in. He ripped off your vest and his own, grabbing his shirt he ripped it up and started packing the wound the best he could before putting his vest back on and picking you up, trying to be as careful as he could.

“What the hell happened Simon?,” Price rang in. “Evac is 3 clicks out, can you get to the LZ?”

Ghost had to shuffle you around in his arms, your head was rolled back and your arm swung freely at your side. He was trying to keep it together, he had to get you out of there, “Affirmative.” was the last thing he called in before making his way out of the building.

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Soap rushed out of the chopper helping Ghost get out inside on the floor. “What the hell happened Lt?” Soap asked as he secured the door.

Medics were all over you the second you were in the heli. They cut open your shirt to reveal the wound and carefully started disinfecting it and putting an oxygen mask on you.

Ghost sat down, watching as the medics worked on you. They got you into the med bay as soon as the helicopter landed. When you woke up Soap was sitting in a chair, head tilted back sleeping soundly. His tactical vest was lying next to the chair.

He was snoring softly as you watched him, you didn’t know what time it was or how long you were out. Your side throbbed at any sudden movement. It was a stupid move, you know you shouldn’t have gone out by yourself.

Parts of the accident were coming in slowly to you as you were waking up. You remember Ghost yelling at you, and the pain setting in. You sort of remember pulling the knife out but after that it’s hazy.

Pulling up your shirt you saw the bandage was starting to leak through with blood, it needed to be changed out. Trying to get up just made it hurt more.

“Soap.” You called out, “Soap,.....Johnny!”

His head snapped up, “Jesus lass, you’re awake!”

“Can you give me a hand here, it’s bleeding through.”

He stood up coming over to your side and looking at the bandages, he carefully unwrapped the tape and started looking for new gauges. “I’ll be right back, bonnie, jus’ give me a sec’,” he left the room leaving you in silence once again.

Now that the bandages were off you could see just how ugly and irritated the wound was. Forcing yourself up you walked over to the bathroom, flicking on the light.

You stood in the mirror, looking back at yourself. You looked like shit. There was no other way to put it. Small cuts littered your face and there were bruises covering your body in deep purples and blues.

You looked tired. Lifeless.

You were never one to look too long in the mirror anymore, some days you were okay with the face staring back at you and other times you just saw a deeply wounded little girl, still scared, and hurt. Forced into a life you never dreamed of but were drawn to for survival.

“Bonnie?”

“I’m in here John,” you said walking back out to sit on the edge of your bed.

He carefully wrapped up your side and cleaned a few cuts in other places. He was soft, gentle, foreign concepts to you honestly. “Thanks, Johnny.”

“Of course hon. You wanna go back to your room? I can distract the nurses with all my charm and you can make a run for it,” he joked, a small mischievous smile playing on his lips.

You smiled back, a small chuckle leaving you. “You think you can handle all of them at once?”

“Course I can, I mean look at me who wouldn’t wanna piece of all this,” he says smiling and flexing his muscles.

“Oh god my eyes, no” you joke covering your face with your hands. You both laugh as he walks over to grab his vest, carefully helping you walk back to your room.

You shut your door, and hear his door click shut across the hall. Gingerly sitting down you finally have a moment to yourself to relax.

You don’t quite know why you stayed. Maybe it was because you knew these guys were family and you didn’t want any of them to lose each other. Maybe it was because you didn’t put much value behind your own life. You didn’t have family to go home to, they all did. There was no one waiting on your return back home. Not that you ever really had one of those to begin with. Your father was abusive, and your mother started drinking because what else could she do.

Whenever you were home you were scared. You’d been beaten enough times to know to stay quiet, to be seen and not heard and then not to be seen at all. You spent a lot of your teen years sleeping on random friends' couches until their parents told you to leave.

When you didn’t want to go home you just shelled up in a park somewhere and waited for the sun to come up so you could at least find some safety in class. The day you turned 18 you signed up for the military. At first it was a six year contract but at the end of it you re-signed.

The military gave you an outlet for all the hate and the rage you held down for so many years. Your 4th year in, you were told that both of your parents were killed in a car accident. They were both drunk, going too fast on the ice and spun out.

You didn’t go to the funeral, you only came back to gather up a few things and toss them into storage. You sold the house and burnt most of their worldly possessions in a bonfire the night before you had to return back to base.

It was just you now. Nothing holding you back from that point on. After their accident something changed within you. You became colder, more aggressive, less remorseful. You rose quickly through the ranks and somehow ended up here.

A knock at the door broke you from your thoughts, “come in.”

The door opened slowly, Ghost stepped in.

“If you’re here to bitch me out can we do it another time.” You said, exhaustion lacing your words more than sass.

He grunted in response. He was fidgeting with a carton of cigarettes, flipping the box over in his hands. “I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Well I am British love, guess I fit the stereotype,” he said with a hint of amusement behind his voice. “Do you?” He asked.

“Since I was 14.”

He shifted his weight over to his other foot, looking up, “Can you walk?” He asked carefully.

You let out an amused huff, “Yes I can walk. Got stabbed in the ribs not the leg Lt.” You stood carefully walking over to him, “care if I steal one of those,” you asked pointing to the box of cigarettes.

“Price would have both our arses if we smoked in the building.”

You nodded, “You’re probably right.”

“Get changed, I’ll wait outside,” he turns on his heel to walk out.

“Wait, why?” you ask confused.

He turns again, you can see a small smile on his face as he looks at you, “to go smoke a bloody fag love, god you women ask so many questions.”

“Alright! Alright, go I’ll be out in a minute Ghost.” You shooed him out of the room and start to pull out a hoodie from your closet, the movement pulls on your stitches and you wince. You struggle to get the hoodie over your head but finally manage to pull it down. Now you just need pants and shoes and you should be good to go.

You find a pair of comfy sweats and try to bend down to pull them up. “Fuck!” you curse as you can feel your stitches pulling. You try again but the pain is too much.

“Everything alright in there?” You hear Ghost ask from behind the door.

You let out a heavy sigh and swallow your pride. “Could you, um, I just can’t, can you just come in for a second.” You hear him shuffle to open the door, “But close your eyes!” You add, your voice pitching higher than you wanted it to.

“My eyes are closed.” Ghost walks in with his hands up. “What do you need, everything okay?”

You’re quiet for a second, then another.

“I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.” He added, growing agitated.

You close your eyes and just suck it up, “I can’t” you let out another sigh, “I can’t bend down to get these on.”

Ghost opens his eyes and sees the sweats in your hands. He saw your hands pulling at the hem of your hoodie.

“I told you to close your eyes!” You shout.

Ghost gives you a look that has all the sas of a 13 year old girl, “Love, I know it might come as a shock to you but I ain’t no bloody schoolboy fawning over girls in Playboy.” He walks over to you and holds out his hand.

You sheepishly hand him your sweatpants and he bends down to put them on you. He’s more gentle than you thought, as if you might break apart at the smallest touch. He slid the sweats up your legs carefully, faltering when he got to your thighs. “What happened there?” He asked, referring to a large patch of raised scarring on your right thigh. There were small rounded scars littered all over your leg.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” You said grabbing the waistband of your pants and pulling them over your hips, swallowing the pain that came with it. You quickly stood and slid on your shoes as Ghost stood up from the kneeling position he was in.

You looked at him to lead the way. He took you out and over to the elevators going all the way up to the top floor. He led you out to the rooftop and looked out over the edge. You stayed a few feet back, crossing your arms over yourself.

It was dark out, there was a slight breeze blowing your hair into your face. You tucked it back behind your ear patiently waiting for him to come back off the ledge.

He turned to look at you, “You coming?”

You stayed still, rooted firmly into place in the safety of solid ground. There was no railing, just a straight drop off the edge. “Not a big fan of heights,” you said back. “Scared of falling.”

“You’re not gonna let you fall now come over here,” He reached out a hand for you to grab onto and you slowly walked over to him. It took some maneuvering but you were able to sit next to him with your feet hanging off the edge.

He handed you a cigarette and grabbed one for himself. He felt around in his pockets, “damn I forgot my lighter.” He said looking at you.

“You can’t be serious,” you said back disappointed.

“M’not, it’s right here.” He said, pulling it out of his hoodie. You let out a sign of relief playfully sacking him in the shoulder. “Hey now, no need to be all aggressive now, I did save your life.” He pulled up his mask to sit on the bridge of his nose. For the first time you were seeing part of his face.

He had a strong jawline, some stubble growing in, and a scar running through his top lip that shined slightly in the moonlight. He put the lighter to the end of his cigarette, the end turned bright red as it lit. The cigarette was hanging loosely out of his mouth when he turned to you, “c’mere.”

You set your cigarette between your lips and leaned in to him. You were close. Very close, close enough to smell his cologne, close enough to make out the little imperfections in his skin.

He touched the end of his cigarette to yours, lighting it for you and puffed out a bit of smoke from the side of his mouth, pulling away.

Bringing your hand up to your face you take a long drag off it and blow the smoke out into the open air. The stars were out, clearer than you had ever seen them with the base being so far away from light pollution. The moon was full and it provided just enough light to make out eachother’s faces in the night.

You blow out more smoke into the night starting to feel a buzz from the nicotine, it had been a few weeks since you’ve been able to get any. “Didn’t take you for the joking type.”

He took another drag off his cig not turning to face you, “There’s lots of things you don’t know about me kid.”

Taking that answer as a way of him saying fuck off and let me smoke you changed the subject, “how long was I out?” you said, slightly nervous to hear the answer.

He was quiet, thinking over how to phase his next words carefully, “for a bit,” he said. Taking another drag and blowing the smoke you still wanted to know what all happened, your memory still failing you a bit.

Ghost let out a small chuckle at the comment, “You’re lucky to be alive kid. What you did out there was reckless.”

You started picking at your nails, a nervous habit you’ve had since you were young, “I know sir. I understand.”

“You know kid, you’re part of a team now, you can’t go off solo anymore, it puts everyone here at risk if you do.”

You mulled over the nickname everyone seemed to be giving you. Kid. You knew that you were the youngest of the team by several years but it didn’t mean you were a child.

You didn’t turn to face him, instead you tapped your ash and leaned back on your hands to look up directly at the sky. Clouds were rolling in, starting to restrict your view of them. “Guess I’m just not used to having someone watch my six sir.” You didn’t mean for it to come off as pitiful, it was just the truth.

Ghost turned, watching your face as your eyes moved around the sky trying to catch the last glimpse of stars before they were covered. He was almost so busy watching you that he almost missed what you said next.

“Cigarette burns.” You said matter of factly.

“What?” he said, confused.

Your head snapped to look at him, “You asked about the scars, it’s from cigarettes.”

“Looked more like cigars to me,” he said, obviously calling you out.

He was looking at you now, eyes, for once, not judging you, “My old man had a funny way of showing affection.” You half joked, trying to lighten the mood and get him to stop prying. He sat there still for a moment before placing his half finished cig in his mouth and started to roll up his sleeve on his arm.

You watched as more of his tattoos became visible, but they were still hard to make out in the darkness. He rubbed his hand over the inside of his wrist a few times before tilting his arm out so you could see better. “Mine too.” He said.

You looked closer, leaning in to get a better view, you could make out deep scarred gouges, scattered all over his arm. Easier overlooked because of the ink in his skin. You absentmindedly reached out your hand to lightly trace over the grooves of the scars.

You noticed his breath hitch as your skin made contact with his, something only a highly trained military soldier might pick up. You quickly glanced up to his face, meeting cold, dark eyes.

It seemed as if everything came to a standstill at that moment. You became increasingly aware of your surroundings in a matter of seconds. You were alone, with your commanding officer on the roof of the base. No one would even know you were up here if you screamed. It seemed to be the only place for 40 clicks out that you truly believed to be private.

And very intimate.

You felt like you were in a trance, getting lost into the ether staring at this man. With a rushed breath of cold air into your lungs you snapped out of it before your mind could wander too far. “Well then, to shitty fathers and childhood trauma,” you said, leaning back and taking your last hit off your cig before throwing it off the side of the base.

Ghost followed your action with a nod and tossed his cig too. He helped you up and you both returned to your rooms for the night without saying anything else.

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You spent the next couple of weeks recovering, mostly staying in your room and helping Price with paperwork. It wasn’t the most fun thing in the world but you were able to get to know Price more.

He scolded you for running off and being careless but not in the way that other superior officers have scolded you in the past. He spoke out of genuine concern and from a place of true fear. Over those late nights in the office you formed a bond with him, small jokes passed easily between the two of you and your respect for him as a man grew.

He was like the caring father you never had growing up and you felt a small part of yourself heal from his presence in your life.

Unfortunately when one part of your life seemed to be going well everything else faltered. The memory of Ghost and you played through your mind constantly over the past weeks but the day after he and Soap were tasked with a mission out of the country.

You had been cleared to return to the field this morning, you knew you had lost a lot of muscle from having to be on almost full bed rest to heal your side properly. But today you made your way back to the training room and got at it.

It was just you,surprisingly, it was kind of nice having the place to yourself. You were at the bench lifting weights, just going about your usual routine, granted with less plates. At first the silence was welcoming but over the course of your work out it began to gnaw at you.

You walked back into the locker room to grab your phone wanting to hook it up to the speaker in the gym. You turned up the volume as loud as you could handle and bust out the rest of your workout.

Tired, sore, and covered in sweat you made your way to the locker room to grab the rest of your things and go back to your room. Your music still was playing off of your phone when you walked in. Too lost in thought you rapidly turned the corner walking right into someone, “Oh shit, sorry.” You said quickly, bending down to pick up your phone that you had dropped.

“Watch it.” The voice growled out above you.

Jerking your head up you saw Ghost. You hadn’t even known he and Johnny were back yet. “I wasn’t trying to run into you, no need to be a prick about it.” you said, biting back at his comment. He rolled his eyes and pushed past you not saying anything else walking through the doors to the gym.

God what’s his problem it was a fucking accident.

You brushed it off, too tired to bother with him at the moment and returned to your room to shower. Later on everyone was gathered in the mess hall, you spotted Johnny and walked over to see how the mission went.

Ghost was sitting with the guys but as soon as you walked over to sit he got up and walked out. You might have been able to brush it off if he didn’t make direct eye contact with you before abruptly leaving.

“Oi where are you goin’ Lt.?” Soap called out after him. He gave no response.

You grabbed your dinner, deciding that Ghost was a strange enough creature to not question his actions at the moment and just enjoy having good company with the rest of the guys.

As tradition stated, after a successful mission Price took everyone out to celebrate, an earned night off. There were a few bars in the city that the task force frequented. The drive was a little long but worth it.

After dinner you went back to your room to get ready, you hadn’t been out to a bar in ages let alone off base in a few months. To say the least you were excited. You got ready, doing your makeup and picking out a hot outfit to make yourself feel better about the whole situation with Ghost earlier.

Did he really leave just because I walked in? And what the fuck was up with him earlier just running into me and bitching me out like that. Fucker must be bipolar or someshit.

Adding the finishing touches to your makeup you looked in the mirror. You looked good, like really fucking good, and you felt good too. It was like a whole different kind of adrenaline, just the excitement of being able to let loose and party and socialize with normal people.

Jumping up you ran over to Johnny’s door knocking, “Johnny! C’mon stop fucking with your hair and open the door.” You yelled jokingly.

The door swung open a few seconds later, “Yes sweetheart? You missed me so much you couldn’t wait a few minutes.” He said sarcastically, a small smile showing on his face.

“No sir I could not. We have to leave soon and you,” you said pushing a finger into his chest, “were the one who wanted to pregame so let's go.” You reached down grabbing his hand and led him into your room. You had already started drinking while getting ready, too eager to wait.

You pulled out the bottle of bourbon from your dresser and poured out two shots for each of you.

“So you’re a bourbon girl ar’ ya,” Johnny mused.

“I’m a whatever is going to get me drunk the fastest, kind of girl.” you joked back. Both of you guys grabbed your glasses and downed your shots. Johnny made a face every time.

“I ‘ate the fuckin’ taste of this shit,” he said still cringing from the taste.

“And what would you choose instead Johnny boy,” you said joking with him, leaning in slightly unable to keep your balance.

He reached into his back pocket of his jeans pulling out a flask, “This, this right ‘ere is the good stuff doll.” He unscrewed the cap taking a large swig from it. You watched as the muscles in his neck moved as he tilted his head back.

“Can I try it?” you said innocently, looking up at him with big wide eyes. You didn’t necessarily mean for it to come off as flirtatious as it did but you didn’t have time to worry as Johnny stepped forward, eyeing you up and watching you carefully.

He lightly grabbed your chin, moving it back just slightly, “Open up,doll.” You parted your lips, but apparently not enough, you felt his thumb on your bottom lip urging you to open up more for him. His pupils were blown wide and his breathing was careful. He set the ring of the flask to your lips and tilted it up, letting the liquid flow into your mouth.

Just before you thought he was going to spill he closed your lips, “Swallow it.” You obeyed, keeping eye contact with him the whole time. He looked at you like prey, like a man starved, absolutely enthralled with your beauty. His hand slowly left your face and he stepped back.

You let out a small laugh, gently wiping the corner of your lip. You turned, setting the bottle of bourbon back into your dresser and grabbed your phone and card, settling them into your back pocket.

Everyone piled into the back of the truck, Ghost and Price up front, Gaz and Roach in the middle and you and Johnny in the far backseat. Everyone looked so different in civilian clothes, the guys all let out whistles as you walked up to the truck in your tight jeans and corset top. Ghost didn’t even turn to look.

From the back seat you couldn’t really hear Price chatter with the boys so you and Johnny just talked with each other. You were both buzzed already, laughing like teenagers who successfully stole their parents liquor for the first time.

The drive went by fairly quickly, you and Johnny messing around the whole ride up. Everyone filed out, you moved to step out and Gaz reached out his hand like a gentleman to help you. You put one foot on the ground and then went to step down fully but your shoe caught on the edge of the truck making you stumble.

“Woah, you okay there? Someone go a little too hard on the pregaming Ranger?” Gaz poked at you laughing at your actions.

You laughed it off, taking a second to gather yourself. You heard Ghost scoff and he had a disgusted look on his face. So he is mad at me.

You didn’t want Ghost’s sour mood to ruin your night out so instead you proudly walked on toward the bar, strutting, “C’mon boys, don’t keep a lady waiting,” you threw out over your shoulder playfully, not turning to look back.

“You heard the woman.” Price said following after you into the bar.

The bar was nice, not NYC club nice but still nice. There was a big open area for dancing, booths and tables along the walls and a few smaller mini bars in different areas. There were pool tables in one of the back rooms and lights flashing in the dark room.

You quickly made your way up to the main bar and ordered a drink with Johnny and Roach. It was pretty busy, packed enough that you had to say ‘excuse me’ and ‘sorry’ often if you wanted to get anywhere. Roach wandered off after getting his beer, leaving you and Johnny to yourselves. You saw Ghost over at the other corner of the bar sitting with Price sipping on his drink.

“I think Ghost is mad at me,” you said to Johnny.

“Why do ya’ think that lass?” He asked.

You took a sip of your drink, “Every time I do something he just seems to have something to say about it.” You set your glass back down on the bar, looking back at John, “Like today I was walking into the locker room and accidentally ran into him and he got all pissy about it, and then at dinner he totally just left the room when I walked in. And then! I tripped stepping out of the truck and he totally mean mugged me for it!” You said, voice growing more angry as you recounted the events. You huffed, still pissed.

Johnny reached a hand up to rub at the back of his neck, his bicep flexing as he did so. You couldn’t help but notice, you may be a soldier but you were still human. “Yeah the man can be a bit of han asshole at times but I wouldn’ let him get under ye skin too much. It’s jus’ the way he is.” Johnny paused, “He’s not a bad guy once you get to kno’ him more.”

Your face was taut with anger, “He has more mood swings than a teenage girl I swear to god,” you said annoyed, downing your drink and motioning over the bartender for another. The man slid you down another drink and you thanked him.

Soap also got another drink and another couple shots. He passed one to you and clicked his glass against yours before downing it, “Let’s just forget about Ghosty and have some fun tonight,” John said, leading out into the crowd of people.

Drunk was an understatement to describe you and John. You were dancing and laughing and stumbling along the crowds of people who were also hammered. You felt loose, like there wasn’t anything that could bring down your good mood.

The music was loud, and it was so dark you could only catch glimpses of Johnny’s face in the flashing lights. You guys were dancing to the upbeat pop songs playing out of the speakers, but the vibe changed and something more raw came over the sound system. Johnny grabbed your hand spinning you around to face away from him, the action caught you off guard at first but you understood as you felt his hands settle on your waist.

He was waiting for you to make the next move, the little space between your bodies acting as an invitation. You moved back, grinding your ass into him, his grip tightened on your hips helping you move. You could feel him through his jeans, getting harder by the second.

You raised your hands above your head reaching up to lazily grab onto the back of his neck as you continued dancing with him. He leaned down close to your face, biting at your neck as you swayed your hips in time with the music. You tipped your head back more to allow him to access more of your neck, he greedily drank you up, leaving small kisses all along the side of your neck up to your jaw.

You spun back around to face him, heart beating faster from dancing and the undeniable heat pooling in your core. You were hot, the crowd around you not helping that fact. “Wanna take this somewhere more private?,” you said, reaching down to rub at his erection in his pants.

“Lead the way ma’am.” John said, grabbing onto the hand prying at his jeans.

You led him out from the crowds of dancing people walking down the halls to a private room in the back. It was closed off, a sign covering the door explaining that it was being remodeled. You pushed past the door, Johnny still behind you, holding your small hand in his.

There were booths and tables lining the side wall, some construction materials piled in the corner. Deep velvet fabrics lined the walls and artwork was still hanging up around the room. There was a wall of windows leading out to a balcony, allowing some light to wash over the dim room. A couple couches were pushed together toward the back as well.

You felt yourself being guided to lean up against one of the cushioned walls, his arms reaching up to cage you in. He was looking down at you, you could only see half of his face in this light but he was smirking. You could tell he was thinking about all the things he wanted to do to you.

You circled your arms around his waist, reaching one hand into the back of his jeans to pull out his flask. “Sneaky lil thing,” he said smiling as you revealed his flask between the two of you. Carefully unscrewing the cap you took a few small sips passing it back to Johnny. He gladly accepted.

You could still hear the music raging in from the other room, the base significantly less potent now that you were further from the speakers. Johnny downed what was left in the flask and tossed it to the side, landing on a black leather couch.

He leaned closer to you, “you okay with this hon?” He asked, voice straining like he was having a hard time controlling himself.

“Yes.” The words left your lips in a whine as he came down to nip and suck on your neck again like he was doing before. You reached down to continue working his erection. He was groaning as he continued his assault on your neck, your head tilted back against the wall, mouth open in pleasure from the sensation.

You whined as he pulled away but it was quickly cut off by his lips crashing into yours. It was messy, both of you fighting for dominance, the taste of alcohol passed between you both as you roughly made out. You felt him tap on your thigh signaling you to jump up.

Wrapping your legs around him he supported your ass with his strong arms. “Johnny,” you whined out as your jeans started rubbing up against your clit. He walked you over to the couch sitting down with you straddling his wide thighs, never breaking the kiss.

His hands pawed at your hips begging you to move, you did, started to ride him over his jeans. The friction of it all was pulling small moans from your mouth. His hands found your breasts, squeezing and grabbing them roughly. This only spurred you on more, grinding harder into him.

He was letting out small groans, trying to keep up with kissing you but you felt him starting to lose it. You quickly crawled off of him settling yourself on your knees between his legs. Your delicate hands fumbled with his belt too eager to release it that you nearly missed the buckle entirely. You finally got it undone, undoing the zipper you pulled the sides back slightly so that you could pull his cock out.

Johnny shifted, lifting his hips up slightly to allow you to pull out his aching cock easier, “God damn baby, you're a down right angel.” He said, watching as you took him in your hands. His cock was leaking, the tip red and angry at all the teasing. “Go on baby, show me what that pretty little mouth can do,” He said gently cupping the side of your face, looking down at you.

You moved to kiss along the side of his member leaving sloppy kisses all along the base working your way up to the top before parting your lips and slipping him into your mouth. His head rolled back and his hand shot up to tangle his fingers in your hair. You started bobbing your head up and down his shaft, feeling him at the back of your throat, his grip on your hair tightened as you kept sucking him off. Using your hand to grab what you couldn’t fit in your mouth you pumped him faster.

“Baby, baby, god I’m gonn’a, fuck,” He trailed off voice cutting off with a high whine. He pushed on your head, fucking your throat harder. Tears were falling down your face, spit drooling out the sides of your mouth. You let him fuck up into your mouth, gagging at the movements but detrermined to hold out for him, you let out a moan vibrating around his hard cock sending him right over the edge. His cum filled your mouth and you swallowed pulling off, you leaned back down to lap up the rest off his tip, his hand roughly grabbed your hair yanking you back as his hips thrusted forward from the overstimulation.

His chest was heaving up and down, face blissed out basking in the aftershock of his orgasm. He rolled his head down to face you, pulling you into a heated kiss, you pushed yourself up a bit to make it easier to reach him. “How did that feel Johnny?” You said, using the back of your hand to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth.

“I ‘aven’t came that hard in a lon’ time doll.” His breathing was more even now and he thanked you with another kiss, this time gentle and sobering. You crawled back onto him after he tucked himself away in his jeans again.

You were smiling down at him before glancing up toward the door seeing it open slightly. You grabbed Johnny, eyes going wide and yanked him down to hide behind the back of the couch. He looked at you stunned going to speak but you clamped a hand over his mouth and held a finder to your lips. You heard heavy footsteps enter the private room.

“I don’t fuckin know where either of them are Price, did you check the other bar?” Ghost growled out on the phone. “I can’t bloody hear you, I’m just going to leave without them. I don't have time for this shit.” You heard him aggressively end the call and walk back out into the bar. You carefully peaked your head over the back of the couch making sure the coast was clear, Johnny sat up and looked at you seriously.

You couldn’t help back break out into a fit of laughter, still woozy from all the alcohol, Johnny stared at you before starting to laugh hysterically himself. “Oh my fucking god, no way that just happened,” you said reaching a hand up to your chest to steady your breathing.

“We ar’ so fucked Ranger, god,” He said running a hand down his face. “We can’t go out like this.” He said.

You stood up fixing your hair and smoothing out your top. Swiping your finger under your eyes to wipe away any makeup that started running when you were blowing him. You both sneak out of the room and out the back door of the bar, quickly lighting up a cigarette to sober up and give yourselves an alibi. You didn’t want the party to end so soon, you weren't ready to leave but your ride was.

You and Soap made your way around to the front of the bar walking over to the truck, Price was waiting, stepping out of the truck to greet you. “Where had you two run off to?”

You sheepishly looked up at him, “Sorry sir, lost track of time.” He stepped forward toward you looking down at you. Why is he staring at me?? You shot a look at Johnny and he descretely scratched at his neck. OH FUCK.

Your eyes snapped back to Price, he looked at you, then Johnny, then back to you. “Lost track of time huh?” He was toying with the both of you. “I don’t want a baby on this base do you understand sergeant.” He said still looking at you but speaking to Johnny.

“Understood sir, I’ll make sure to pull–”

Price halted his words with a hand, “That’s enough Johnny, I don’t need to know and I don’t want to know.” He turned, “Now get in the damn truck, it’s past my bedtime.”

You and Soap jumped in and crawled back to your seats in the back. Gaz and Roach were making fun of you two for getting yelled at, “Someones in trouble” Roach sang out turning to face you guys in the backseat. You ducked your head and pulled your hair down around your neck trying to hide the hickeys that covered you.

“Piss off man, I’m too drunk for your guy’s bullshite right now.” Soap said lightly shoving Gaz’s elbow off the back of his seat making his turn forward with Roach as Ghost walked up to the truck and got in.

The whole mood of the truck changed instantly, as if someone had just managed to extinguish the sun. Soap’s hand came down to rest on your thigh giving you a reassuring squeeze as he felt you tense up. You glanced over and smiled sleepily, the events of the night were catching up with you and all you wanted to do was be back at the base.

At some point in the ride you must have fallen asleep on Soap’s shoulder, you felt him lightly nudge you to wake up, “C’mon lass, gotta get ya to bed.” A small, tired whine left you as you kept still not wanting to move. He gently lifted you off of him, you blinked a few times adjusting to your surroundings before getting out. The rest of the team were already inside, it was just you and Soap walking in and through the halls.

Soap walked into your room with you, helping you take off your shoes as you crawled into bed, half asleep already. He lightly tossed the covers over you and gave you a quick kiss on the cheek before retreating to his room. Sleep came quickly, washing over you almost as soon as your head hit your pillow.

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Before even opening your eyes you were graced with a raging headache. Your mouth was dry and still had the lingering taste of alcohol on your breath. You stumbled to the bathroom and assessed the damage. Your makeup was smudged and half off, you were still in your clothes from last night and you had hickeys all over your neck.

Wait what!

You jumped up onto the sink inspecting your neck closer. Oh my god I’m going to murder that boy! You looked like you had been in a cage match with three wild animals, your neck was covered in bright purple bruises. They were tender to the touch and impossible to hide without makeup.

You let it go for now knowing that a shower and water were more important right now. You stripped out of your clothes from the night before and stepped into the warm water. You played over the memories of the night before as you stood in the water, letting it wash away your sins. Remembering the look of pure ecstasy on Soap’s face as he released himself into your mouth, the way he handled you and kissed you. Thinking about it was just turning you on more and more.

You carefully snaked your hand down to your now throbbing clit and started circling it slowly. It felt amazing after everything that had happened, you picked up the pace thinking about what Johnny’s cock would feel like inside of you, stretching you out and splitting you in two. You felt yourself working up to the brink of cumming.

You remembered the panic when Ghost walked in, almost catching you guys in the act, and that turned you on even more. You could feel yourself tipping over the edge, speeding up your hand to finally snap.

A small gasp left you as you came all over your hand. Finishing up you turned the water off and wrapped yourself in a towel, stepping out to get ready for the day. Luckily Price let you guys have today off so you weren’t in a hurry to do much of anything.

You walked over to your bed and checked your phone,still sitting in your towel.

Ghost: Meet me at the range at 1300, don’t be late.

You sat re-reading the text. It was supposed to be your day off. Why was he trying to drag you out to the range today? It was an hour before you were supposed to meet him, you replied back.
Ranger: I thought we had the day off?

A few seconds passed before you got a reply.

Ghost: I don’t care what you thought, be here at 1300 or face the consequences.

You threw your phone down, pissed off that not only were you going to lose your day off but also had to be with Ghost. He had been pissing you off since he got back and you were too hungover to deal with it right now.

Unfortunately, you didn’t really have a choice. Getting dressed and trying to cover up your neck in makeup and a black hoodie you made your way out to the off base gun range. You had your hood pulled up and had to run slightly to avoid the incoming rain, it started sliding back as you ran. You only got a little wet but made it to the range in time before the storm really started to pick up.

Walking in and pulling down your hood you found Ghost standing in the far lane toward the wall shooting at a target. No one else was there, just you and him. The british fuck really just wanted to fuck over my day off and no one else’s. Bitch. You approached him slowly, not wanting to startle him while he had a live firearm in his hands.

He kept shooting, too focused in his own little world to notice you standing there, or so you thought. “You’re late.” He growled out, shooting his last bullet in the chamber.

“Hardly, its 1306 Ghost give me a break.” You said sassily. Bad choice. He whipped around and got right up in your face, you stepped back in shock feeling the wall behind you. It sent a shiver down your spine. You felt a shock of arousal run through your body, sublty pressing your thighs together trying to not let him see.

“I told you to be here at 1300 hours, you’re late.” He yelled. You turned your head and scoffed but felt his hand reach up and grab your face, squeezing your cheeks uncomfortably. “I’ve just about had enough of your cocky little attitude, when I tell you to do something you obey it do you understand.” Pleasure and fear mixed in your mind.

You swallowed thickly and he let go. “Yes, sir.” You said, suddenly less sassy and more obedient. He turned and slipped a loaded clip into the gun he was using before. The lane next to him was already set up and you approached the counter while he handed you the pistol.

You were familiar with it, having used it multiple times in the field. You made your stance and started shooting at the target. One bullet between the eyes, another in each shoulder, and for good measure you hit directly in the groin of the human outline. “Happy?” You said turning to look at him.

He was leaning on the divider between the lanes looking downrange at the target. He had on a black balaclava and sunglasses, vest strapped on him and you wondered if he ever took it off. “Do it again. Same spots.” He kept his words clipped and short.

You turned, and shot again, the first bullet going through the head slightly off from your first shot, the left and right shoulder the same, and the last shot going directly through the same hole as your previous shot. You set your pistol down and went to turn but Ghost grabbed your shoulders keeping you in place. “What are you–”

“I can see where your minds at, seems like you can only focus on dick right now.” He said from behind you, leaning down close to your ear.

You shoved him off and turned to look up at him, “What’s your problem with me? What the fuck did I do to you?” You angrily shouted back at him.

“My problem,” he said lowering his face to your level, “is that I was promised a soldier, not a cock thirsty slut.” His words hit a sore spot for you and you reacted out of pure frustration and anger, you shoved your hands into his chest trying to push him away from you.

He didn’t even flinch at your full strength. His hands flew up to wrap around your wrists and yanked you around tossing you into the cinder block wall behind the lanes. You smacked against it, catching yourself with the backs of your arms. Your chest was heaving, face covered with a scowl. You kicked off the wall and went up to go at him again, you wrapped your arms around his waist and knocked him back this time into the divider.

You felt him trying to pry you off of him, you held on, now on top of him you swung your arm back and socked him square in the jaw sending his sunglasses flying landing somewhere in the range. You didn’t have time to celebrate the glorious feeling before you were suddenly airborne and being flipped around so now you were on the ground facing up at him.

He pinned your arms and legs down, he taunted you seemingly not even fazed by you hitting him, “is someone a little frustrated?” You writhed around under his grip trying to break free, “what? Upset that you can’t follow basic orders, slut?” His grip on you tightened with every word.

Your wrists were going to break at this point, “m’ not a fucking slut you bastard.” You bit out still trying to move with no avail.

Ghost let out a disgusted scoff, “Your neck says otherwise.” Your eyes went wide, you covered them up, how could he see them? His face mocked you as he had faux surprise, “Forget about the rain sweetheart? All that pretty work of yours doesn’t do any good if it comes off.”

You stared up at him, seething with rage, “You’re just mad I didn’t come to you.” You spat out. He released your arms and got up, now standing over you.

He left right after staring you down, leaving you laying on the ground. You sat up rubbing your bruised wrists and leaning your back against the wall. Your head was still pounding. You stood, emptying your clip into the target before storming out of the range.

The storm had picked up since you entered. The sky was dark and the heavens were sobbing down onto the Earth. Lightning flashed across the sky and Ghost was nowhere to be seen. You didn’t even bother with your hood this time, instead just letting yourself get soaked to the bone.

You walked into the base, dripping all over the floors as you walked heading straight for Price’s office. You stormed in, not even bothering to knock. Price was at his desk looking pissed off as Ghost stood next to his desk leaning against the wall completely dry. Fucker must have driven over to the range. “Ranger,” Price’s voice was hard, “did you seriously attack your commanding officer?”

You were taken aback not only by Ghost being there but by the fact that he told on you to Price. Granted you came in here to do the same thing but still! “I–, sir he–” Price’s hand shot up, silencing you. “Quiet! This is beyond childish of you Ranger. Attacking your commanding officer is a punishable offense. I should have you written up for this!”

He was more mad than you have ever seen him before, you tried to defend yourself but he silenced you again, you looked at Ghost, he was smiling under the mask, clearly enjoying this. Price spoke up again, pinching the bridge of his nose and letting out a small sigh, “If you ever, EVER, attack another member of this team there will be consequences. Dismissed”

Ghost’s head snapped over to Price, clearly upset, “John–”

“I don’t want to hear it Riley. Now both of you, out of my bloody office, Now!” Price said, pointing to the door.

Riley? Was that his name? Both of you exited the office, you were a few steps ahead of Ghost and he was trailing behind you. “Leave me alone Ghost.” You spat, just wanting to get to your room.

He continued to follow you all the way up to the door of your room, you reached for the handle and turned to look at him, “I said leave–” Before you could finish he walked into the room two doors down from Soap and slammed the door. Oh…

You walked into your room and stripped off your wet clothes, you were still fuming. You grabbed new clothes and threw them on. You didn’t even want to be on base right now, you didn’t want to be anywhere near him. Walking down to Gaz’s room you knocked on the door, he appeared a moment later, “Ranger, What’s up?”

You didn’t bother with pleasantries, “Do you have a car I can borrow?” You asked as nicely as you could. He looked at you confused and nodded. You just stared at him as he retreated back into his room tossing you his keys, “Everything alright dude?” He questioned carefully.

“I just need to get off this fucking base for a little bit…thanks Kyle,” you said softer at the end. You fussed with the keys in your hand and left to head for the garage. You wandered around clicking the fob until a car finally sounded close to you. It was an old yellow Mustang hidden behind some of the Humvees.

You got in and drove out of the garage, thank god you knew how to drive stick. You stepped on the clutch and sped out of the parking lot onto the open road, the engine purred as you drove ignoring the traffic signs. You didn’t really know where you were going but you didn’t care.

You ended up in the same town as last night after getting off at the familiar exit. You drove around until you found a gas station, pulled in, parked the car and walked in. It was already refreshing to just be out in civilization. You made your way up to the counter and stood behind a few people in line. “Next” you heard the woman at the counter call. “Hey doll, what can I get for ya?” She said, all too happy for your liking but you weren’t going to take your anger out on her.

“Can I just get a pack of yellow Spirits and a case of Ciders.” You said, putting on your nice voice but your face did not match your energy. She grabbed your cigs and rang you out. You walked over to the coolers and grabbed your case of beer and walked out back to the car.

The rain had let up about halfway through your drive in. You sparked up a cig as you sat in the driver’s seat, blowing smoke out of the side of your mouth. You finished off your cig and stomped it out on the asphalt, getting out to toss it in the bin and headed back to base.

You got back and it was already dark, you parked Gaz’s car and walked back to drop off your beer in your room. You were walking down the hall when you saw Johnny leaving his room. “Hey lass, how’s it going?” He asked. He eyed the case of beer in your arms and the cigs sticking out of your pocket but didn’t mention it.

“It’s going.” You said making your way into your room leaving the door open behind you, John leaned arms hanging on the doorframe.

“You okay? What happened?” He asked, concerned. You tossed your beers in the mini fridge and sat on your bed running a hand down your face, “Nothing I want to get into right now Johnny.”

He walked in and sat down next to you on your bed, leaving a little space. “Is this about last night lass, I am so sorry, I shouldn’t have let it go on that far, you were drunk and I-”

“Johnny, it's not about that.” You said cutting him off. “Last night was great, I enjoyed it. I just…I don’t know, today has just been absolute shit and all I want to do is fucking eat. I’m starving.”
Johnny smiled, putting a reassuring arm around you, “Well lucky for you lass I am heading to the mess hall right now if you want to join me.” He said standing. He reached out a hand and you took it. You grabbed two beers before following him out to go eat.

You and Soap ate with the rest of the team, being around them made you feel a little better but you were still quiet just mulling things over in your own little world. You and Soap didn’t have any tension thank god, if anything it was just a bit of harmless fun but you definitely were not ready to get into any sort of committed relationship after your last one.

And then the whole scenario with Ghost today, everytime you thought about it, it would just piss you off more and more. He threw you into a wall for Christ’s sake. At least you got one good shot at him, I hope it bruises. You had a long sleeve shirt on to cover your darkening wrists from him. No one seemed to think it was strange.

Dinner slowly ended and everyone went back out to their rooms for the night, except for Roach and Gaz who went into the living room to go game. You were sitting at the table nursing your third beer of the night, going back to your room to grab two more after finishing your first. You weren’t drunk by any means but it took the edge off of the throbbing in your wrists and body from Ghost.

You hadn’t seen Ghost since the incident, assuming he was still in his room sulking. You had some time to kill and it was a nice night out. You ran back to your room and grabbed one more beer and your cigs, you made your way down the hall leading to the stairway. You opened the door to the roof and slowly made your way over to the edge. It was significantly more nerve wracking without someone there to help you in case you fell.

Cracking open the bottle with your teeth, a trick you learned years ago from an old quad mate, and sat down. You reached into your pocket pulling out your cigs and tapped them a few times in your hand before pulling one out and lighting up. You knew you had a briefing for a mission early tomorrow that you had found out about at dinner but you didn’t care about sleep right now.

It’s funny, last time you were up here you were with Ghost. He was so kind that night, or at least in somewhat of a good mood. You tried to wrap your head around why there was a sudden switch in his mood toward you but nothing seemed to add up. Maybe he was mad about you messing around with Johnny but he didn’t even know that it was Johnny that you were messing around with. He didn’t want to sleep with you so you guessed that rules out jealousy. Nothing makes sense with him. Everything just was messy.

Your back was sore and you moved further down the roof to lean against one of the metal units by the opposite side of the entrance. You puffed on your cig and stared out into the darkness. The moon wasn’t out tonight, hidden behind thick clouds, you could barely see ten feet in front of you if it wasn’t for the buildings light seeping through the windows.

It made you incredibly upset that he had called you all those offensive names, assuming that you just slept around all the time. In reality you had only been with 2 other people in your whole life. One when you were still in high school, a very short lived relationship with a guy from a grade above you andLuke.

Your ex still haunted your mind even after all these years. He was part of your first real team after graduating from basic. You thought he was the best person, you looked up to him. After living in an abusive household for so long it was hard to see the red flags. Everything he did was tragically normal for you.

He would get mad and hurt you, yell at you, say that you were out with other men sleeping around on missions. You never cheated on him but looking back you don’t think anyone would have batted an eye if you did. He was more than just physically abusive to you, he would constantly push your boundaries and use you to let off his own steam.

Some nights were worse than others, mainly the nights he came home drunk and upset. He would come find you and force his way into your room. You were a trained soldier but still small compared to him. He came in one night more upset than you had ever seen him before and threw you on the bed and ripped your clothes off. You tried to protest but he just smacked you if you spoke.

He touched you in places you didn’t want to be touched, forced his way in and used you for all that you were unapologetically. You screamed but it was muffled by his hand. You didn’t have the energy to fight anymore, accepting what was happening, it seemed easier at the time.

Nights like these happened more and more until you were a walking zombie, your friends on the squad became worried but you never said a word. You became colder and more distant out of the field and more ruthless and harsh in the field. To the military, you were accelling rapidly and they awarded you, socially, you became completely isolated from everyone.

You eventually outranked your boyfriend and he lost it on you, he beat and abused you close to death that night you told him. You were so excited only for it to be beaten and fucked out of you. You told him you wanted to end things the next day and he attacked you. Luckily, someone was nearby and heard you screaming and saved you. You were moved to a new squad days later and he was discharged for violence.

You stayed up on the roof for a long time, just sitting with your thoughts until you heard the door open. Your cigarette was burned out and you were hidden tucked away against the radiator. You turned to see who it was, still keeping your cover.

It was Ghost, for once without his vest. Just a simple black shirt and sweats. It was the most casual outfit you had ever seen him wear. He paced back and forth on the edge of the roof. He reached into his pocket pulling out a cig and striking it up. He kept pacing, mumbling to himself, thinking out loud.

You couldn’t make out what he was saying just that he was talking into the dark, thinking he was alone. His mask was pulled up above his nose like before. You could make out his jaw and strong neck. He was facing away from you walking down the length of the roof when he reached up and tugged the mask all the way off.

It felt wrong looking but you couldn’t help yourself, he was turned away anyways, one could argue that it wasn't a total invasion of privacy. His hair was short but not super short, sticking up in weird places from the mask. He scratched the back of his neck, looking up at the clouds. He sighed, “fucking hell this woman is going to be the bloody death of me.”

Was he talking about you?

You watched him carefully straining to hear more. He rubbed a hand down his face throwing the mask back on before turning back around to face toward you walking back. You quickly ducked behind your hiding spot and prayed that he didn’t notice you. You held your breath, just waiting for him to find you. But instead he tossed his cig and walked out.

You finally let out a sigh of relief knowing you were alone again, you finished your beer and went back inside to go to bed.

Price was going over the details of the new mission, it was going to be the full squad going in to try to locate Makarov. The intel from your last mission proved to be useful at locating his hideout. The plan was for you guys to go in and capture him and bring him in for questioning.

Hours later you were all suited up and flying out to the location, the plane was silent, everyone focused and preparing themselves for what was to come. The plane finally landed and everyone dropped out starting the 4 mile hike to the outpost.

As you approached the building you only saw a handful of guards at the doors. Ghost and you snipped them down quickly while Soap and guys moved in to find an entrance. You saw Soap run into the building giving you the cue to pack up and follow suit.

Ghost and you carefully descended down the side of the hill and entered the building on the opposite side unnoticed. You didn’t speak unless it was to radio in on the comms. He was ahead of you silently checking the corners as you walked through the building. Ghost turned a corner and shots started firing off, he jumped over to a doorway, shooting back. You yelled for cover and stepped out into the entrance lighting up anyone who stood in your way.

A man lunged at you and you quickly shot him in between the eyes before he could reach you. The hall was silent as you continued on, Ghost following behind. The comms cracked and you heard Soap, “Target acquired, requesting evac Captain.”

Price called in, “Good work boys, evac 7 clicks out coming in.”

You turned to Ghost, you both shared an uneasy look, something was wrong. It shouldn’t have been this easy, there should have been more guards. Laswell’s voice cut in, “enemy incoming, get out of there now!”

“Copy, Markarov is out of the building heading toward the LZ.” Soap called in. “How copy Lt.?”

“We are inside, heading out now.” Ghost quickly started running back in the direction you guys had come in from. You followed suit running down the stairs to the ground floor. You saw men jumping out of trucks through one of the broken windows.

“Lieutenant, we have company.” You shouted, his head whipped around to look out the window.

“Shit, we have to find another way out.” He paused for a minute weighing the options. He started turning down another hallway, you ran with him. Following him into one of the rooms he kicked out the window jumping out. The drop wasn’t too far but you still were scared. You pushed the feeling down and jumped.

“We’re taking fire Price, where are you!” Soap yelled out on the radio.

“Almost there soldier.” Price called back.

You could hear guns firing over the radio. You and Ghost were still far from evac and the enemy was closing in fast. You started gunning down men as they rounded the corner of the building. “Move it Ranger!” Ghost shouted and you started running after him.

“Ghost, where are you guys, we need to get out of here now!” Price said.

Bullets were coming at the two of you left and right, one flying right past your head barely missing you. The sudden rush of adrenaline helped you stay focused. “I’m almost out of ammo.” You said to Ghost, finally catching up to him and taking cover, “I am too.” He said looking at you.

It was not looking good for either of you right now, panic starting to wither up in your chest. More bullets hit into your makeshift barricade. “We have to make a run for it, we’re not going to make it to evac in time.” Ghost said seriously, “There’s a safehouse a few miles out, if we make it there we can get picked up later.” You nodded understanding what was happening, you would have to be left behind to fend for yourselves.

“We can make it to the safehouse Price, just get Makarov back to base.” Ghost said, jumping up to take out a few more men. He was completely talking loud, shouting into the comms but his face showed no emotion.

“Understood.” Price said, with a tone of concern but understanding that the mission had to be priority number one.

There was a small lull in the firing and you and Ghost took that as an opportunity to book it for the treeline. You ran as fast and as hard as you could until Ghost finally slowed. There were no more bullets coming at you and the forest was still. You finally were able to catch your breath, throwing your hands on your knees now spitting out bile at your feet.

You coughed and stood up facing Ghost, “What now?”

He pulled out his GSP and typed in the coordinates to the safe house. “It’s about 6 miles out, can you make it?”

You puffed out a breath and nodded. You walked for what seemed like hours, your body ached from the weight of your gear and with the adrenaline gone your body was on the verge of collapsing. Finally you made it to the safehouse, it was small, tucked away in a small hillside of dense trees.

Ghost entered the code Price had given him and cleared the place out while you stood guard out front. He returned moments later, “It’s clear.” He said gruffly. You walked inside.

You had been in safehouses before when missions went bad, but you had never been in the middle of the forest with a highly volatile, moody, British soldier. You were happy to be alive but wished you were anywhere else but here.

You walked in and started unloading your gear, the night had grown cold and you wished you had packed warmer gear. You saw Ghost struggling to detach his vest. “You alright Lt.?”

“M’ fine soldier.” His voice was strained, like he was in pain. You walked over into the light of the kitchen and saw dried blood trailing down his arm. “You’re hurt.” You said matter of factly.

“I said I’m fine.” He bit out at you finally getting part of his gear off. His skull plate was still in place and he looked menacing with it on even as part of your team. You stared into his dark eyes, biting your lip deciding whether to press the issue. He kept removing his gear, small grunts when he moved his arm.

“Just let me at least look at it.” You pushed on.

“Goddamn it kid, I said I’m fine, will you just drop it, I’ll deal with it myself.” He shouted. This only made you more angry.

“You are the one who said you were expecting a goddamn soldier and here I am following fucking protocol and you’re throwing it back in my face.” You had turned to leave but a hand grabbed your forearm stopping you.

His hand was still holding onto your arm, you looked back at him, his eyes were shut and you could tell he was in a decent amount of pain. He didn’t have to say anything as you slowly took his hand off your arm and grabbed the med kit off the counter. You opened the kit and turned to Ghost, putting your hands on your hips, “Well are you gonna show me where the boo boo is or are you just going to sit there and brood at me all night?”

Ghost groaned and moved to take off his long sleeve shirt, revealing a deep gash on his shoulder trailing down his bicep. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander along the expanse of his chest, you finally got to see his sleeve of tattoos blending into his chest. You knew military men were fit but Ghost was something else, his muscles rippled everytime he took a breath.

“Well are you gonna be a good nurse and patch me up or just ogle at me all night love.”

You snapped back into reality, a small blush spreading to your face at being called out. You quickly busied yourself with disinfecting the cut and grabbing a needle and thread. You turned to Ghost halting slightly trying to stand at a good angle to work on his wound. You felt a strong pair of hands on your hips pulling you to stand with one leg between his legs and the other on the other side of his thigh.

You let out a small squeak not expecting to be man handled like that. You swallowed and started working on his arm. It was leaning on his thigh, the one between your open legs, you felt heat flash over your body. You started stitching up the end of his wound, his head was turned to look away from you as you worked.

You pulled the thread tight closing the largest gap in the wound and his hand grabbed onto your thigh, hard. He was breathing hard, holding on even harder. Eyes screwed shut, he let out a small groan in pain. You didn't waste time and kept stitching his wound. He held onto you, not letting go of your thigh but almost fidgeting with the meat of it to distract himself.

You had to close another particularly large section and his other hand slammed down on the table scaring you, making you tug on his wound harder. His head flew back, eyes wide and staring up at the ceiling, “Fuck Ranger.”

“I’m sorry, I’m almost done, just a few more stitches.” You said apologetically, you hadn’t meant to jump and yank on the thread. You tied the end of the thread and snipped off the end, turning to grab the gauze and wrap up his arm. You secured the gauzes in place and taped them off, “Alright, you’re good.” You said stepping back and feeling his hand slide off your leg.

He grumbled out a small, quiet thank you and you went to go sit down on the couch. You were freezing and burning up at the same time. His hand being so close to you made you nearly pass out. Something about that mask was just purely erotic in its nature. You for a moment forget that you were mad at Ghost and only could think about his hands being on you in a completely different and explicit kind of way.

You flopped down on the couch, sitting for the first time in well over 6 hours and let your head fall back along the back of the couch. The ache in your bones made you feel heavy, you closed your eyes momentarily letting yourself enjoy the silence of the cabin.

You heard Ghost shuffling around upstairs but suddenly you were awoken from your impromptu nap with Ghost lifting you up, “hmmm what are.. You doin,’” you mumbled out, absolutely exhausted and probably delirious from lack of sleep. You had only gotten an hour or so last night and were fueled up on energy drinks to get you through the mission.

Ghost carried you up the stairs, your head leaning against his chest, too tired to protest. He laid you down in the queen bed and unlaced your boots for you, pulling the cover over you. Your sleeve must have rolled up when he was caring you up, “Did I, are those from me?” Ghost spoke softly, holding your wrist and looking at the discoloration.

You turned slightly, facing him, “It’s alright Ghost, I’ve been through worse.” You said, voice heavy with exhaustion. Your eyes slipped closed barely hearing him walk out of the room. The weight of today caught up with you and you passed out.

It was cold, the type of cold that couldn’t be slept through. You opened your eyes checking your watch which was laid neatly on the side table, you had only been asleep for an hour or two. You snuck downstairs, noticing your boots neatly lined up next to the bed. You peeking around the wall walking into the kitchen, “Ghost was sitting on the couch, arms spread, holding a glass of what you assumed was liquor, head leaning back as you had been earlier.

“Why are you still up?” you asked, voice cracking from sleep.

He turned as you approached the couch, sitting down on the far end, his hand laying on the cushion beside your head. His face plate was off, leaving him in just his usual balaclava and black face paint, although it was pulled up to his nose so he could sip on his drink.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said plainly looking forward.

You reached up and grabbed the glass out of his hand, finishing the last few sips from his bourbon, you recognized the taste.

He let you take the glass from his hand and watched you down the rest of it, he let out an amused huff, “I was drinkin’ that ya know,” he said sarcastically.

You let out a small chuckle, “Didn’t look like you were planning on finishing it, if anything i just did you a favor, wouldn’t want good bourbon to go to waste.” you said, setting the glass on the table in front of you. He turned back to lean his head back on the couch again.

It was peaceful in the small cabin. Quiet, secluded, you liked the feeling of being isolated from the rest of the world. A few beats of silence passed before Ghost spoke up, “Your hands are cold.” He must have felt them when you took his glass.

“Yeah, it’s fucking freezing in this place, couldn’t sleep because of it.” You said. More silence passed. Maybe it was because of how gentle he had been with you tonight, or maybe it was your own conscience coming up to bite you in the ass, “I’m sorry for punching you in the face yesterday.”

“No you’re not love,” Ghost said, smirking. You laughed quietly, shaking your head. It was strange being about to actually see expression on his face for once with his mask up. “You attack me, make me drag your ass ten miles through the woods and take my drink, you’re becoming a real pain in my ass Y/n.” He said amused.

Your heart dropped, he just said your name, your real name. You hadn’t told anyone about it except for Price. “How do you…”

“I read your file.” Ghost said flatly.

Your thoughts were racing, how much of your file did he read? Did he know about your past? Your parents? Your ex?

Ghost’s eyes were shut, still leaning back on the couch, “I can hear you thinking kid, it was on Price’s desk when I was dropping off paperwork, I didn’t read the whole thing just glanced down and happened to see it.” You calmed down a little bit at his confession, his voice grew deeper as the night went on, he must have been drinking for awhile.

“Price called you Riley.” You said meekly, not wanting to push a boundary and ruin the moment the two of you were having.

Ghost was quiet for a moment, he lazily rolled his head to look at you, your eyes were wide, he could tell you were nervous to ask in the first place. “That’s my last name, Price slipped up the other day, I was hoping you missed it.” He said rubbing his thumb over his finger by your head.

You looked down, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve, “And your first name?” You said not making eye contact.

“...Simon.”

You paused, letting the new information roll around in your head, Simon Riley, Lieutenant Simon Ghost Riley, you thought to yourself. It had a nice ring to it, it was a shame he didn’t use it more often. “Simon.” You said more to yourself than anyone, just wanting to test it out.

“Sounds better coming from your mouth than mine.” He said. You looked up to see he was already sitting up looking at you. You couldn’t seem to keep looking at him, your head turned to look over the back of the couch into the kitchen.

You were desperately trying to look at something interesting enough to take your mind off the fact that he was adamantly staring at you. His hand came up and tilted your head back to face him, your breath caught in your throat, lips parted ready to speak but no words came out. His thumb brushed against your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

You weren’t even breathing at this point, just frozen in place feeling your heart thump against your chest. His hand moved to your jaw, fingers wrapping around the back of your head. He suddenly pulled you closer to him, you hand flying out to catch yourself on the couch cushion below you, you were perched up on your knees, face inches away from his, “I need you to understand something for me love,” He said, voice rich with gravel and dominance. It went straight to your pussy, you could feel yourself growing wetter by the second. “You belong to me, and only me.” You stayed completely still looking at him, watching the way his lips moved as he talked.

“I let you have your fun with Johnny the other night, it killed me to see his marks on something that’s mine, but Johnny is a good friend so I’ll let it slide this once.”

“How did..”

He growled, silencing you, “...you think I didn’t have my eyes on you the whole night, watching you grind your ass on my best mate’s cock? I nearly ripped his head off when I saw his flask on the edge of the couch in that dirty fucking room. I heard you moaning while you sucked him off like a dirty little slut.”

He heard you and Johnny!

He pulled your face closer to his forcing you to straddle his hips, still holding on to you. “You are mine, do you understand love?” He said, his eyes leaving yours to look at your lips, hand moving to lightly brush his thumb against your cheek. His eyes quickly snapped up to look at you again, “Answer me.” He growled at you.

“Y-yes.” You stuttered out. His hand moved down to your throat, squeezing gently at the sides cutting off your airways.

“Yes, what?” He mused.

“Ah, ye-” a whine escaped your throat, “yes s-sir.” You managed to get out.

He leaned in close, lightly biting the shell of your ear, moving to kiss and lick at the sweet spot of your jaw, his grip tightened on your throat as he continued to bite and suck fresh hickeys over the ones that were already fading.

You whined again, you were so turned on you couldn’t think straight. All you could focus on was Simon’s warm, soft lips against your skin. He kissed on a particularly sensitive spot that shot straight to your core making your hips thrust involuntarily against him. You could feel his erection growing in his pants. Even through the tactical gear you could tell that he was bigger than you’d ever imagine.

“You like that sweetheart, am I making you feel good?” He spoke against your skin, his breath ghosting over it sending chills down your spine. He loosened his grip on your throat for you to respond, you suddenly got nervous. His voice bringing you back down to Earth. “C’mon love,” he said using one hand to grab your hip and rock your core against him again, your eyes fluttered shut, “Tell your lieutenant how good he’s making you feel.”

Your brain was having a hard time keeping up with your body, you were soaking wet, grinding against Ghost’s cock in the middle of nowhere. “Feels, feels so fucking good sir.” You said grinding harder against him, unashamed, too caught up in how good he felt.

He let out a low guttural groan as you picked up your pace, getting desperate, feeling yourself winding up. Just as you were about to tip over the edge he grabbed your hips with both hands halting you. Your eyes flew open, face showing frustration at his action. He reached under you to scoop you up in his arms, you wrapped your hands around his neck and legs around his waist as he took you back to your room.

He gently sat you down on the bed, “You okay with this?” He asked.

“Yes Simon, please, I need you, please.” You rambled out, still frustrated and horny and confused, but not caring because right now all you could think about was how good this felt.

“Okay baby, just had to make sure,” he said pulling your shirt over your head, he kissed both of your wrists again, murmuring out soft apologies for being so rough with you yesterday. He kissed along your neck as he undid your bra with one hand and his belt with the other.

Your mind was racing trying to keep up with his mood swings, just a few hours ago you were lunging at him in anger and now you were slowly unraveling under him. It has been a long time since someone had touched you like he was, fully taking his time to explore your body and find what made you whine.

He moved to kneel down and undid your belt and zipper, pulling your pants and underwear off in one go. You were fully exposed to him now, he stood back and just looked at you. You blushed and moved to cover yourself. He quickly stepped forward and grabbed your leg forcing it open so he could see your cunt on full display.

You blushed hard, face shading red, “Simon,” you said voice shaking, eyes full of worry.

“Don’t hide from me, you’re absolutely stunning,” he said crawling on top of you, making you scoot back and lay down on the bed. His body completely overshadowed yours, you reached up to run your hands over his chest pulling at the fabric of his shirt. He stood up on his knees tugging the material off with one hand. He lent back over you, face close. His arms were caging your head in, you could feel his chest on yours, breathing heavily. He leaned in, your eyes closing, and then you felt soft lips against yours. What started out as slow passionate kissing soon turned into rough and passionate fighting.

He bit down on your lip, hard, drawing blood, you squealed at the pain, you felt him smiling through the kiss. Your tongue gently danced on his lips asking for permission, he obliged and you felt his on yours. You only pulled back for need of air, but if you had it your way you would have stayed like that for hours more.

He started kissing down your neck, moving to your chest, leaving more hickeys in his wake. You writhed under him, nerves buzzing you couldn’t stay still. He nipped at the inside of your thighs, pulling your legs up and over his shoulders.

Your mind went completely blank when you felt his tongue run up your dripping slit, collecting your juices on his tongue. He didn’t waste time smothering his face in your pussy, sucking on your clit and sending you into a state of mind where all you could do was hold on.

Your legs instinctively started to close around him, the pleasure from him becoming too much, he moved his strong hands to grip the backs of your thighs pressing them up, making you fold in half. He continued eating you out like a man starved before you felt him slip in a gloveless finger inciting a pornstar worthy moan from you.

He hummed in satisfaction at your vocalitty, the vibrations only adding to the pleasure. His finger worked your swollen walls over and over again. He added another finger coming up to look at you.

You were sprawled out on the bed, arms outstretched, gripping the sheets, eyes screwed shut, a thin sheen of sweat starting to form along your body. He picked up the pace of his fingers and your head flew up looking at him. His lower jaw and mouth glistened in the light shining in from the window, he was smiling, watching you fall apart at his touch.

“That’s it baby, relax, I need you nice and stretched out for me.”

His words only added to your growing orgasm, you felt it growing in your body, small tingles starting to overwhelm your senses. His fingers went deeper, harder, faster, hitting that glorious bundle of nerves and it sent you reeling. Your grip on the sheets tightened, no longer having the strength to hold your head up it fell back.

It was so close, you could feel it. Ghost could too, your walls starting to clench around him sporadically, he leaned forward over you keeping his brutal assault on your aching pussy. He reached up with his other hand to grab your face, roughly pulling your face up, “cum for me love, cum all over my fingers, soak me.”

That was all you needed to throw you over the edge into bliss, your mouth opened but no sound came out, your hips thrusting forward, pushing his fingers impossibly deeper into you. Your vision blurred as you came harder than you ever have before. He continued to play with you as you rode out your orgasm until he felt your hands pushing him away, the overstimulation becoming too much for you to handle.

Things started to unblur as the aftershocks of your orgasm wore off, leaving you in a breathless mess on the sheets. Your heart felt like it was going to pound out of your chest, sweat prickled at your hairline as you laid there. You looked over at Ghost, he was smiling, he slowly let his fingers trace up your cunt sending your hips flying back from the sensation.

He brought his hand up to his mouth and sucked his finger clean, licking off your cum. “You are the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted love.” The pet name made you swoon.

He shuffled on the mattress flipping you over on all fours, pulling your hips up. You let out a squeak not expecting to be manhandled. He kneaded the fat of your hips, nails slightly dipping into your skin as you felt him lineup his cock at your entrance.

“Si..” The words died in your throat as he brutally shoved the full length of his cock into you, stretching you to your limits, filling you to the brink. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” You couldn’t help but repeat it over and over again.

He pulled out slightly starting slow, dragging his cock out and slamming it back into you. You could hear him grunting with each thrust behind you. His pace quickened, sending pleasure to every part of your body, walls clenching around his girthy member. You were absolutely soaking wet, feeling your slick drip down your thighs.

“You feel so..fucking…good,” His hips thrusted with each word. “Taking my cock so well baby.”

Hearing him speak so dirty to you only pulled more moans from you, too blissed out to form words anymore. You felt your orgasm building again as he brutally pounded into your already sensitive pussy. He snaked a hand up your throat pulling you to stand on your knees, allowing him to drive his cock further into your cervix. Your eyes rolled back in your head, hands reaching up to hold onto his arm.

“Bloody fuckin’ hell love, you’re gonna make me come,” he said in your ear, his voice was deep and rough. You could feel his strokes falling out of rhythm, hips still slamming into your ass.

You came impossibly harder around him, a scream drawn out of you, body going limp in his arms. You felt him thrust one last time before his hot seed filled your pussy, his cock was twitching inside you as your walls fluttered around him.

He pulled out slowly, arm moving from your throat to your chest to hold you up. As he pulled out you felt his cum dripping out of you, he used his hands to collect it and pushed it back into you. Your nerves were fried, walls still spasming at his touch.

He maneuvered you to lay on top of his chest, you couldn’t even move, letting him adjust your body and limbs to his liking. His arms wrapped around you as he pressed small kisses along your shoulder. “You did so good for me Princess.”

You tried to respond but all that came out was a hum of acknowledgement. You felt his chest rise, a small laugh bubbling in his chest. Your fingers moved along his chest, exploring his body in your fucked out state. You ran a finger over a particularly rough scar, tracing it down his sternum until it blended back in with the rest of his skin.

You tried to stay awake but after everything that had happened in the last 24 hours your body succumbed to sleep.

When you woke up you were alone, you tried not to let this upset you but deep down it pulled at you. Your body was sore from the mission and the events of last night and you had to force your legs to fall over the side of the bed.

You saw your clothes folded on a nearby chair, getting dressed you made your way downstairs. Ghost was moving about the kitchen packing his bag on the table. His mask was down and he was in full gear again. His head turned slightly at the sound of you entering the kitchen. “Evac is about 20 minutes out, I was just about to come get you.”

You stayed silent, embarrassment suddenly washed over you remember how desperate you were. “Got it.” You managed. Moving over to your gear you zipped up a few pockets and waited on the couch for him to finish.

Ghost and you made your way out of the cabin as you heard the chopper landing in a nearby clearing, Soap was waiting at the door to help you guys in, “What a bunch of slackers,” he yelled out over the noise of the heli.

You laughed and took his hand as he pulled you in, your mask hid the hickeys on your skin completely. Thankfully you had a spare that wasn’t soaked in dirt and grime. Ghost sat in his usual spot, spreading his legs wide open in front of you.
“We were taking the scenic route,” Ghost quipped back to Soap but his eyes were on you.

Soap laughed and sat a seat over from you, he filled both of you in on the state of the interrogation with Makarov. They hadn’t been able to break anything out of him yet but Laswell said she had wind of one of the locations of the missiles.

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The whole ride back to the base you were quiet. Shame flooded over you thinking about last night. Yeah that was the best sex of your life but how could you be so desperate for a man that has done almost nothing but be rude to you. Just goes to show that daughters always end up looking for men that remind them of their fathers. And for you, that meant that you went for emotionally and physically abusive assholes apparently.

Walking into your room you showered and put away your gear. You ran into Kyle on your way to the gym lockers and he told you that Ghost and Price were currently interrogating Makarov upstairs. After putting your gun away you made your way up into the interrogation rooms. Standing behind the two way mirror you listened to Price and Ghost ask the enemy about the missiles. He was silent. Not even looking at either of the members of your team. Price walked out and made his way into the other side of the booth standing next to you with his arms crossed.

Price watched as Ghost got up in Markarov’s face, continuing to integrate him on the mission. He turned quickly like he was going to leave but instead spun sound and socked the man straight in the jaw. Markarov’s head swung to the left, a small cut starting to bleed on his cheek. He still stayed silent. Ghost hit him again, and again, going for his face and ribs until the man was covered in blood and heaving up bile.

You watched with Price, completely unfazed at Ghost’s actions. The man was a high military threat and no one would bat an eye about getting information this way. Finally Markarov spoke up, Price leaning closer to the glass.

“S-Stop…please,” He begged. “I only know what they tell me.” He ragged out.

“What who tells you?” Ghost questioned.

Markarov’s mouth started opening and closing, like he was panicking, “I - I don’t know, I just do whatever the files say to do, I don’t know who’s sending them.”

Ghost hit him again, he could tell there was more that Markarov wasn’t letting out. After years of service and countless interrogations he knew when someone was hiding more information.

“Germany!” Markarov burst out. “There’s another one in Germany, but they’re moving it soon!”

Price left the room leaving just you to watch. Ghost walked out calmly, shutting the door behind him and leaving Markarov to scream in the room alone. You watched as he squirmed around trying to escape, begging for mercy. Ghost returned seconds later with a gun in his hands, he walked up in front of Markarov and before the man could speak the walls of the room were splattered with blood. Ghost set the gun in Markarov’s lap and left again without returning.

You knew that Ghost was aggressive on the field but to kill like that was brutal. He showed no remorse in his eyes as he pulled the trigger and walked out as if it was nothing more than changing the channel on a TV. Part of it scared you but deep down you knew the feeling. That point in your own humanity where your soul shrinks and you are left with nothing but an empty feeling.

You knew what it was like to kill someone, you always rationalized it as kill or be killed, purely survival, but Ghost seemed to not have the same boundary. What he did was effortlessly kill someone without the threat of being killed himself and it was perfect. Clean, well executed, and sterile.

You left the room shortly after and wandered back to your room, before you entered you turned back to look at Soap’s door. You felt yourself being pulled to it, a nagging feeling winding up in the back of your mind. You didn’t want Johnny to get the wrong impression about your excursion with him at the bar. It was fun, a little harmless sexual fun, but you didn’t see it happening again anytime soon. Not because you didn’t want it to but because you had too much to sort out in your own head from this last mission.

Knocking on his door you heard him shuffle around before opening the door. “Oh, hey Ranger?” He was confused as to why you were showing up unannounced.

“Hey.” You said, standing in the doorway, your hand reaching up to grab onto your other arm. “Can I talk to you for a second?”

“Yeah of course lass, everything alright?” He said concerned, stepping aside to let you enter.

Sitting down on the bed you looked up at him, “Yeah, yeah sorry I just, umm, I–” You let out a huff of air, figuring it was best to not beat around the bush. “That night at the bar, it was fun and all and you didn’t do anything, I just, I’m not really looking for anything else to happen right now.” You finished off awkwardly.

Johnny sat down next to you on his bed, not saying a word. Then he started to laugh. Your head whipped to the side looking at him completely thrown off by his reaction, “Oh, lass, you are alright. I know it was just a little bit of fun don’ even worry about it. Besides, I’m not even lookin’ for anything right now. Just a wee bit of team bondin’ if ya will.”

He bumped his shoulder into yours and you started laughing. “Oh, god Johnny don’t say that.”

He laughed with you and slid back a bit facing you still with his leg laying bend on the bed. “I’m not one to settle down, Ranger, I go where the women lead me.” He said grinning.

“Didn’t take you for a man whore MacTavish.” You said back sarcastically.

“Hey now, I prefer the term ‘ladies man’ Ranger, makes me sound more gentleman like don’ ya think?” He said, straightening up and putting his hands up, shrugging his shoulders.

You stood up walking toward the door, “whatever helps you sleep at night Johnny.” You said, no malice or judgment in your voice, just simple teasing.

You walked back to your room laying down and having a moment of peace for the first time since you got back. Your thoughts raced through your mind and it was hard to keep up. You didn’t know what to make of Ghost and you at the safehouse, was it just “team bonding” like Johnny said? Just a way to relieve some stress from the mission? But he was so gentle with you. But he was also a raging cunt when he wanted to be.

Was it just a one time thing? Did you want it to be more than a one time thing?

Yeah it was hot, and the sex was great but did you even know what you were getting yourself into? You just fully let him get into your head, so desperate to be touched, so worked up and stressed from work. You needed to be careful. God how fucking pathetic! You are better than this.

You fell asleep trying to work through everything but ultimately decided to not engage with Ghost anymore like that unless you knew what his intentions were.

The next day Price and Laswell were standing in front of the conference table. Everyone was gathered around waiting to see what was happening. If Laswell was there in person it meant that there was something big going on.

“Alright folks, change of plans. We have some information about a few possible locations for the missile in Germany, we will be working with the Kortac team in Germany to eliminate the list until we find it.” Price said turning to Laswell to finish.

She stepped forward, taking the lead, “Your new superior officer for the time at the german base will be Colonel König. He will be taking over for Price and you will be taking orders from him while you’re over there.” She passed out a few manilla folders with information, “Everything else you need to know will be in the folders, Price and I will be staying here and working with other bases to tie up a few stray leads while you’re away. Your plane leaves in 3 hours so get on with it.”

Germany! Holy shit, you have always wanted to go to Germany but never ended up getting stationed there.

As dangerous as this mission had the potential to be, you couldn’t help but be a little excited. Not to mention it would be nice to see Ghost take orders from someone else for a change. You had heard of KorTac but didn’t know much about it other than it being similar to the SAS.

Everyone left except Ghost, Price and Laswell wanted him to stay back for something but you weren’t trying to waste time. The team was going to be there for a month or so and you didn’t want to accidentally forget anything back on the base before leaving.

You made your way into the mess hall and grabbed a snack, taking it back to your room. You were never a fan of flying and knew you weren’t going to be able to eat from the anxiety soon so better grab something now so you weren’t starving.

You got out your suitcase and started putting in your gear and clothes. König was well known in the higher ranks of the military. Everyone was scared of him for how brutal he could be on the field. If anything he was Ghost’s main competitor if that way. But you knew at the end of the day, like Ghost, he was still just a man.

You took a break and started heading to the armory to gather your guns and clean your knives. You had always been partial to knives over guns even though you were a top shot sniper. Something about killing with a sharp blade seemed slightly more humane to you. Anyone could hide behind a barrier and scope a shot but killing someone up close, with your own hands was more personal.

Weapons were packed, gear was packed, clothes were packed. What were you missing? The nerves started to set in, that sinking feeling in your chest like something terrible was going to happen even if nothing was. You started pacing your room trying to get yourself under control. It was no use.

You knew yourself well enough to know that staying in this state was going to be hell if you didn’t do something about it. You had maybe 30 minutes until everyone needed to be loaded up so you quickly made your way to the med bay, you already felt nauseous, your hands clammy as you got closer to the doors. Luckily for you no one was around, sneaking in you made your way over to the medicine closet and went in undetected.

There were shelves of medical supplies, gauges, syringes, tools, pills. You knew what a lot of things were from having to learn some basic medical procedures in basic and then actually having to apply that skill in the field over the years.

Scanning the rows of bottles you found what you were looking for towards the bottom of one of the shelves. They were sleeping pills for lack of the proper medical terms. They more or less were given to soldiers when they were experiencing PTSD symptoms after missions. You grabbed a few not really thinking about the dosage and popped them in, cringing at not having anything to swallow them down with.

10 minutes left. You ran back to your room narrowly escaping a nurse asking why you were in med bay. You made up some lame excuse about needing a bandaid and ran out. You checked your bags again, weapons, gear, clothes. Weapons, gear, clothes. Then it dawned on you, how could you even think of going anywhere for a month without something to get you through being around so many men. Your vibrator.

It was just a small bullet but it did the trick on those frustrating nights alone. Although you hadn’t really needed it recently, you didn’t have time to mess around with anyone. Too much confusion and you weren’t in the business of getting your feelings hurt by anyone anymore. Tossing it into your bag you grabbed your things and headed out to the tarmac.

Surprisingly enough the higher ups must have been feeling generous and the plane was a lot nicer than what you normally had to fly in. You caught up with the rest of the team, Gaz and Roach were already in there talking with the pilot.

You felt a little sleepy but you knew you still had a few minutes before the pills started taking effect, all you wanted to do was find a spot away from them and pass the fuck out until you needed to get off the flying death machine.

You were shaken out of your thoughts by Soap, “Though you might have gotten cold feet lass.” He said waving you over to him and Ghost.

Great. The very person you wanted to avoid. You let out a nervous laugh, “Yeah sorry lost track of time.” You trailed off turning to look away from them.

“It’s alright, load up. Takin’ off in a few minutes.” He said pointing to the entrance of the plane. You nodded and continued to avoid eye contact with Ghost, but he seemed to be doing the same thing. He didn’t even look at you the whole interaction with Soap.

You hurriedly made your way up the stairs to the plane, feeling groggy. You set your bags down with everyone else’s and found a seat in the far back of the plane. Everyone else loaded and sat more toward the front letting you have the back to yourself. Pulling your hood up you got comfortable.

The engine roared to life and you felt the plane start to turn toward the runway. Anxiety washed over you and you slammed the window shade down not wanting to even think about what was going to happen next. The plane straightened out and you shut your eyes, now too tired to keep them open.

You could hear the guys all talking but couldn’t really make out what they were saying. You felt the nose of the plane tilt upward and you forced yourself to lean into sleep before you threw up. You pulled your hood further over your face and curled into the seat before passing out.

“What’s up with Ranger?” Gaz asked Soap. “She seems kinda skittish since she got back.”

Soap turned to Gax, “I don’ know. Noticed it too but didn’t wanna ask about it. She came into my room earlier, all nervous too.” He mused. He turned over to the lieutenant, “You said everything went okay after the mission right L.t.?”

Ghost was looking out the window when he heard someone talking to him, “What are you on about?” He said looking at Soap.

“Did anything happen on the mission with Ranger, lass seems a wee but out of it lately.” He said back with concern.

The Lieutenant scowled behind his mask, “I’m not a bloody shrink Johnny how the hell am I supposed to know what’s goin’ on with her.” He said, his accent coming out more showing his frustration.

Ghost wasn’t one for feelings, or reading women. Ranger, if anything, pissed him off more than he enjoyed her company. Always getting into trouble and pushing his buttons. What happened at the cabin was nothing to him, he just set the tone that he was in charge. He didn’t have feelings for her. He didn’t. It happened, he was buzzed off the bourbon and that was that. Or at least that's what he told himself to keep his mind focused.

Soap glanced back at Gaz sharing a look with him that they both understood. Ghost was in a bad mood, better to not bring it up again. Soap knew something happened, he knew Ghost too long and could read him better than most, but he also knew not to push his buttons when he was like this so he dropped it and went back to talking with Gaz and Roach for the rest of the ride.

The plane landed and Soap checked to see if you were still asleep, he went to wake you but Ghost stepped in his way. “Leave her. She wanted to sleep and not wake up then let her be late.” His tone was rough, aggravated.

Soap spared you another glance, you were knocked out. “L.t. come on–”

“That’s an order sergeant.” Ghost said sternly to his second hand. Soap threw him a disgusted look and turned to Roach and Gaz as he grabbed his things, walking off the plane.

The guys stepped off the plane and were greeted by a few KorTac soldiers. They walked them guys into the base and settled into a conference room. Their gear and luggage tucked in the back of the room.

Ghost was already on edge, he didn’t like that he was going to have to take orders from König. They had worked together in the past a few years ago and the Austrian and him never could quite see eye to eye on anything. So for the next month he would have to take the piss and let König be his new commander.

The task force was seated around a small table when König entered. He had to slightly duck under the doorway when walking in. “Welcome to Kortac boys.” He said, passing out a few files to each of the men. He had four folders passed out and was left with one, “Where’s your last man Lieutenant?” He said.

“She’s getting her beauty sleep back on the plane.” He said annoyed.

König paused, not wanting to get off on bad terms with his new team members but still needing to have authority, “And because you couldn’t handle your team, you’ve made this my problem.” He said sternly.

He dropped the folder on the table, and stood up again to his full height. It was menacing. He didn’t know there was a woman in the task force, he just assumed it was a man. He hadn’t had time to read all the files on the 141 before they had gotten to base.

He turned and stormed out of the room. Ghost was cocky, arrogant, and König was already dreading dealing with him on this mission. He made his way through members of Kortac and they all moved aside when they saw him. König knew that he was feared by even his own soldiers, his reputation was dark.

König walked down the ramp and over to the plane he had sent out to get the 141. He entered and looked through the seats. He didn’t see you at first but rather heard you. Small strained noises were coming from the back of the plane, it sounded like someone was hurt. He rushed back and finally saw you curled up in the last seat, slightly thrashing around in your sleep.

He let out a breath and carefully walked over to you. Your hood had slipped back and he could see tear marks on your face, a nightmare. It was common in this line of work, he had had them himself many times. But to see you so small, and in so much pain made his heart hurt. You seemed too young, too delicate, to be here.

You were dreaming about your ex, he was yelling at you. He was mad about the fact that you went out with the rest of your team and had come home drunk. “What the fuck is wrong with you!” he screamed, you tried to back away from him but he threw you into the wall. “Coming home drunk? God y/n you really think you can get away with that shit? Think I wouldn’t know, fucking slut!” He grabbed your throat and started to pull you closer to him, your hands flew up to his arm trying to push him off. “Fucking pathetic, waste of space, you’re not good for fucking anything but your cunt.”

You felt your feet lift off the ground as he hoisted you into the air, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t speak. Your vision started to go dark, you could feel hot tears streaming down your face. He threw you down, you landed on your back, the wind was knocked out of you. He got on top of you, “think you can go run off and fuck the whole squad, huh? Well let me put you back in your fucking place slut.” He was reaching for your belt, you tried to stop him but he just hit you harder, your head slammed to the side. He did it again, but it felt lighter, and again.
Your eyes shot open, all you could see was a huge man in front of you, face completely covered by a sniper's mask. Panic washed over you, your brian trying to keep up with the nightmare and reality. You immediately pulled back and threw your hands up to cover your face, your breathing was ragged and your mind hazey.

The man leaned back, removing his hand from your shoulder, “Dir geht es gut, kleine Maus.” The man said slowly, raising his hands.

You blinked away tears and slumped in your seat, finally realizing what was happening, “Shit, sorry, I-, I just.” You found it hard to breathe still, only able to get in short gasps of air between words.

You rubbed your hands down your face, wiping away tears and feeling the shame and embarrassment crawl up your cheeks. You felt hot. You looked at the man, he was crouched down in front of you, watching you intently. Even sitting like that you could tell he was huge, his shoulders were broad and his thighs filled out his combat pants sitting how he was. The mask had two bleach stains under each eye but his eyes were a soft green.

You had been around Ghost enough to know that his eyes were not angry, if anything he had a look of heavy concern in them. You mustered the courage to ask the question you hoped you were wrong about, “Are you König?”

The man was silent for a moment before he carefully reached for your hand, “Hallo kleine Maus,” he said gently grabbing your hand to shake it. “Are you alright?” His accent intrigued you, and you didn’t know every word he was saying but his tone was soft.

He released your hand and you brought it up to fix your hair, “Yeah,” you said, still slightly shaken, “yeah I’m okay, I’m Ranger, sorry I didn’t even realize we had landed yet.”

He stood, “Komm mit mir, Maus.” You followed him out of the plane, he had stopped you from picking up your bags and grabbed them himself not letting you carry anything. You shyly wrapped your arms around yourself and followed behind him with your head down like a kicked puppy. (Come with me, Mouse.)

You didn’t really pay attention to where you were going, just following the man through the halls until he walked into a room and you saw the rest of the force reading over folders, there were two seats left next to each other, one with an unopened file in front of it.

König carefully set your things down and gently guided you by the small of your back to your seat. You didn’t look at anyone, too embarrassed to be upset about them leaving you on the plane.

You opened the folder and tried to read it but everything was blurred together, you couldn’t focus. It wasn’t until you felt a small tap under the table on your leg that you looked up to see your team getting up. König had snapped you out of your own thoughts and you looked up at him. He got up quietly and said something in German to one of his team members, probably asking the soldier to show the task force to their quarters.

You moved to get up, trying to quickly shuffle your papers back into the folder and moved to grab your things. You had one strap of your backpack on before you felt it being pulled away from you and slung onto König’s shoulder. He grabbed your duffle bags too and started leading you down the hallway following the rest of your team a little ways behind.

Once again you felt out of place and weak, fragile, and embarrassed. “I can take my own bags, it's okay.” You said to König.

He glanced down at you, you never fully registered the height difference. He was taller than Ghost by a few inches at least, but Ghost’s shoulders were more broad. König was still strong but his frame was slightly leaner than Ghost’s. “Ich weiß, dass du Maus kannst.”

“What?” You said confused, not knowing the language, only registering that he kept calling you that name.

He chuckled and turned to face the hall again, “I know you can Maus,”he said. You accepted his gesture and followed him until you saw the guys walking into their barracks for the time being.

König brought you to your room, opened the door and set your things down for you. The room was nice, similar to your own at the base. A bed, desk, closet, and bathroom. It was bright, the shades open letting in the sun. You walked in taking it in and when you turned to say thank you König was already gone, the door cracked open.

You didn’t even hear him leave, for such a big guy you figured you would hear him but he was silent. Unpacking didn’t take too long. You kind of just zoned out and got to work, not wanting to think about anything. You showered and made your way out into the hall, you knocked on one of the door’s hoping it wasn’t Ghost’s and thankfully Soap answered.

“Thank god,” you mumbled to yourself when you saw him.

“Scared I would be someone else?” He said lightly.

“Something like that.” You said as he moved to let you come in. Soap and your relationship was one of the closest you’d ever had with a teammate. You guys got along great and even with that whole situation it didn’t affect your friendship in the slightest.

Sitting down you saw he was still unpacking his last bag, he was putting some shirts into the dresser and you sat patiently in his company.

He finished, and tossed his suitcase in the corner of the room and sat down at his desk. “You doing alright? You’ve been a little quiet lately lass.”

Fidgeting with your hands you looked down, “I’m fine.” You looked up again trying to maintain your composure.

Soap leaned his elbows on his knees and looked at you, “C’mon now Ranger, I’m a grown man and I have already learned the hard way that when a woman says she’s ‘fine’ there’s always more to it. So spill.”

You were a little shocked at his response but nonetheless he was right, “I don’t know, just have a lot going on in my head these days that’s all.”

He took in what you said, knowing it was still a sore subject for you, “Do ya wanna talk about it?” he said.

You weighed his words, hands starting to fidget again, “Not all of it right now.” You paused, knowing you had wanted to find Soap for a reason, “But I do have a question.”

He leaned back in his chair and gestured for you to ask it, “Why didn’t anyone come wake me up when we got here. I mean you just left me on the plane and then König just walked in on me having a fucking–” You stopped yourself, and let out a huff of frustration, “That was just really shitty.” You didn’t realize you had raised your voice at him, your anger slipping out more than you intended.

Soap scratched the back of his neck, turning to look at the empty desk and then back to you. You could tell he wanted to say something but didn’t know if he should. “Well?” You asked, a small bit of anger still in your voice.

“I tried to go wake you up when we landed.” He said, hands now sitting in his lap, you looked at him expectantly, waiting for the other shoe to drop. “I started walking back but then L.t. stopped me and said if you wanted to sleep and not wake up then you would have to deal with being late.” His voice was apologetic, remorseful.

You looked at your friend, your brows knitting together at his confession, you felt yourself getting worked up, hands starting to shake a little, “He did it on purpose?” You felt yourself stand up, carrying you around the room to pace and try to understand, “What the fuck! Why did? I mean I was just sleeping god fucking forbid!”

Soap went to speak but you gave him a look and he knew to just stay quiet, “I mean what’s his fucking issue God that man is so fucking bipolar one second he is seducing me and the next he’s just leaving me on the goddamn plane god I am so stupid!” You weren’t even trying to calm down at this point, just pure anger and hurt. Your head shot over to Soap, he was looking at you confused and slightly smirking.
“What are you fucking on about now Johnny?” You bit out at him.

His smile grew which only pissed you off more, “I knew it! I fuckin’ knew it!”

You snapped, “Knew what Johnny?”

“You guys fucked on that mission! He was way too talkative on the way back, he never gets like that after missions unless something good happened.” He said triumphantly, proud of himself for figuring it out.

Your hand smacked across your mouth, “No, no, I didn’t say that–”

Johnny stood up, “Yes you did!” He sat on the bed gesturing at you, “you just said it.”

You sat down next to him, your head in your hands, “You can’t tell anyone Johnny, please, I just want to fucking forget it ever happened.”

The shift in your mood from anger to hurt was not lost on Johnny, he put an arm around you and you leaned into his side, “I won’t say anything Ranger.”

You let him comfort you a minute more, “I just feel so stupid Johnny.” You sat up and his arm slipped off your shoulders, “I don’t know what happened I just, I shouldn’t have. He was just being so nice and I should have known better.” You paused, letting out a sigh, “He was just using me and I let him.” You said, shame radiating around you.

Johnny was quiet, his hand rested next to yours on the bed, “I’ve known Ghost for a long time Ranger, and I’m not trying to defend him or anything, but, he's not the kind of guy that sleeps around, I can’t even tell you the last time I’ve seen him even talk to a woman let alone do anything like that with a girl.”

You looked up at Johnny, listening, “L.t. is just a complicated guy is all, he’s had a lot happen to him and I don’t even know all of it,” He stopped trying to phrase his words carefully, “He’s a good man, but just be careful. I trust him with my life but there are just certain things that he struggles with and it gets messy.”

You were trying to process everything but it just left you more confused. “I think I’m just going to keep my distance. I don’t have time for his emotional inconsistencies, I just end up confused and hurt.”

Johnny looked at you with a sad smile on his face, he leaned in and hugged you, kissing the top of your head as you curled into him, embracing his kindness, “I’m sorry honey.” He said quietly.

Later on everyone found their way into the mess hall, it was strange, most of the soldiers spoke in German so all you really heard was strange conversation as you walked over to the mess hall line. You grabbed a tray and got dinner, as you turned to find a seat you felt someone coming up behind you, “Hallo kleine Maus.” It was König, he had a tray and started walking next to you.

“Hello Colonel,” you said back, walking with him.

“König’s fine Maus.” He said looking down at you, you smiled secretly, beginning to enjoy his pet name for you.

He led you over to a table without anyone else and you two sat. You watched how he ate, slipping his food under his mask, head tilted down to make it easier. “What are you calling me? You say like kline Mause?” You asked, butchering the language.

He let out a chuckle, “Kleine Maus?” You nodded. “It means little mouse.” He said taking another bite of food.

You pondered over the pet name, “I’m not little.” You mumbled out slightly annoyed but not angry. He laughed at you for the comment. “Well not all of us are born 6’ 7.””

He looked at you, “6’ 10” actually Maus.” You looked up at him shocked, you were just guessing.

You guys ate and chatted about Germany and you told him you always wanted to visit but never got around to it, he suggested taking you off base and showing you around. You made plans to go tomorrow after training.

You hadn’t really had to interact with Ghost up until now. Everyone was in the training building, soldiers everywhere. You were sparring with Soap when you saw Ghost walk in, he had a short sleeve shirt on, and pants. You didn’t stare long because Soap moved to lunge at you. You dodged but not before he caught your leg and pulled it out from under you, sending you into the mat. He pinned you down and you accepted that you lost that round.

When you got up Ghost was standing talking to Roach on the other mat next to you. You walked to grab your water, you watched as Soap and Ghost took their turn sparring. Everything started out fine but they started going at each other more and more, Soap took a dirty shot at Ghost but he blocked it, “the fuck was that Johnny?” He said.

Soap just kept going, he lunged and Ghost got his arms around him slamming him down to the ground, you got up, others circling the mat to watch. Soap got up, wiping off his lip where it started to bleed. They kept at it, Soap landing a punch in Ghost’s side but he didn’t see Ghost’s arm come up and knocked him in the stomach sending him back.

It was quickly getting out of control, there was a crowd now. “The hell is your problem John?” Ghost yelled.

“Could ask you the same thing L.t.” Soap argued back. They both lunged again, but Ghost tripped John and he went down and Ghost got on top of him and started swinging, landing blow after blow to Soap.

Out of nowhere König appeared, the soldiers parted immediately, he walked on the mat and wrapped his arm around Ghost’s neck yanking him back off Soap. Gaz and Roach dragged Soap away so he couldn’t keep attacking Ghost. König stood over Ghost on the mat, foot on his chest, “Was schaut ihr euch alle an? Bewege es,” He shouted at the crowd and they all scattered. (What are you all looking at?)

“What the fuck is going on in here?” He yelled at Soap.

Ghost shoved König’s foot off him and stood up, “You’ve got some fucking nerve sergant.” Ghost said, pointing at Johnny.

Soap shook off Gaz and Roach pointing back, “She doesn’t deserve to be treated like a fucking dog Ghost.” Soap was fuming, adrenaline was still running, his accent so heavy it was hard to make out what he was saying. “You can’t just treat people like that Simon!”

Soap had a way of letting his emotions get the best of him sometimes. He hovered on the thought of Ghost leaving you in the plane for too long and he just lost it.

Ghost’s eyes went wide for barely a second, he growled, “Watch it Mactavish.”

Soap just shook his head and walked out of the gym, König stared back at Ghost, “My office now lieutenant!” He was pissed. They both disappeared walking out of the gym. Gaz and Roach looked at you for answers but it was all overwhelming and you just turned to leave as well.

Ghost sat across from König in his office, the space seeming too small for both of the large men. No, Ghost and König were not friends, and they didn’t really get along off the field but there was still a sense of brotherhood in the military that they shared. They had both saved each other's lives multiple times and had been through hell together, but off the field they were not the same people. “Explain yourself, Ghost.” König said, letting out a tired sigh.

“There’s nothing to explain, Colonel. Just got out of hand.” Ghost said flatly, not revealing anything.

König just stared at him, this wasn’t worth his time, he knew Ghost wouldn’t say anything if he didn’t want to. “Don’t let it happen again, I expect soldiers not animals. Now get out of my office.”

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It was later in the afternoon now, you had showered off the sweat and grime of the gym and weren’t quite sure if you and König were still going out into town or not. As if the universe was answering your thoughts, your phone buzzed on the bed. You walked over and picked it up.

####: Maus?

It was König, you quickly added him into your phone.

Ranger: Yes!

König: Still want to go out tonight?

Ranger: Yeah sounds good I can be ready in 30 mins

König: Ok.

Running over to your closet you pulled out a pair of jeans and a shirt layering it with a black zip up. You didn’t know much about the man but he was nice to you and you were getting far away from Ghost and honestly that’s all you needed to be happy right now. Before you knew it you heard a knock at your door.

Opening it and looking up you saw König, he still had his combat pants on but opted for a black hoodie and his mask. You shut and locked your door and started walking out with König. You’re glad he picked you up because you still had no idea where you were going on this base, it was huge and all the signs were in German naturally.

It was a short walk off the base to the parking lot, König had a huge black pickup truck, it made sense. Big guy, big truck. You had to grab onto the seat and the door to hoist yourself up into the thing, landing not so gracefully in the seat.

You pulled out of the base and he started driving into a nearby town, the sun was still out but it would be going down in a couple hours. “Thanks for taking me out, it’s nice to get off base once in a while ya know?” You said, keeping your eyes on the road.

He hummed in acknowledgement, but didn’t really offer much conversation. It was strange, the mood was different than it had been at dinner in the mess hall last night. It made you nervous. It was silent for a little longer before he finally spoke up, “Do you know what happened today?” he asked calmly.

“What do you mean?” You said dumbly trying to get out of what was only going to be an uncomfortable situation.

He glanced over to you, but you didn’t look, just kept your eyes on the road. “Don’t lie to me, it won’t help you.” His voice dripped with authority, it wasn’t König talking to you, it was the Colonel.

You bit the inside of your lip, “it’s kind of a long story sir.” You said meekly, shrinking in your seat.

“It’s a long drive.”

Fuck me man.

“I told Johnny about something and he took matters into his own hands sir. It just got out of hand, he’s protective.” König didn’t say anything, just took in what you said.

“And Ghost?” He questioned further, hand gripping the steering wheel harder. The pair obviously had some sort of messy history together.

“Ghost, um…he uh, that a,” you couldn’t even get a straight sentence out.

“Spit it out Maus.”

Yes sir!

“Ghost and I have an interesting relationship with each other. Pretty sure he hates me if I’m being honest.” You finally managed out, still avoiding König’s eyes. God I don’t want to tell him about everything.

“Why does he hate you?” König said softer.

You took a breath, “I don’t know. He just gets under my skin and I think I get under his I guess.”

König didn’t press further, just kept driving until you saw the city. He pulled off in a side street and parked his truck as you grabbed your purse and your phone, he held his hand out to help you out of the truck. What a gentleman.

You went through a few stores, looking at the architecture of the shops lining the market district, there were tons of restaurants and clothing stores, and a few cool touristy shops too. You noticed that König kept his distance from you, always following a few feet behind, watching. Everyone moved out of your way, you didn’t feel scared in the slightest being out assumedly by yourself.

You wandered into a cafe, even though it was late you still were craving something sweet. You ordered some strange drink and as you went to grab your wallet König threw down his card paying for your drink. “Oh, thanks sir.” You said back, technically you didn’t have to call him sir, but it was a habit.

“You’re welcome Maus.”

Walking out you realized it was getting late, you had gotten some new clothes considering your civilian clothes had seen better days, König didn’t complain, just followed and observed. He was a quiet guy but not in a bad way.

Wandering back to the car you sipped on your drink, walking next to König now, a man was coming up on the sidewalk ahead of you, König grabbed your waist and moved you to the other side of him, hands careful on your waist. The man passed closer to König and he left his hand on the small of your back. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies, but not the cutesy kind. No, the kind of butterflies that get you hot.

He opened the truck door for you, and helped you get in, you didn’t ask, he just tilted his head as a way to ask permission and seeing as you had your bags and coffee in your hands you didn’t deny the help. He put your bags in the backseat of the truck and lifted you up into the passenger seat as if you weighed nothing. Now is not the time to be horny, I said I was swearing off men!

He went around the back of the truck and got in. The silence killed you, you needed something to make it less awkward. “Why did you join up?” You asked.

Flipping his blinker on he turned, “I didn’t really have much of a plan for life at 17 so I joined and just never looked back.” The truck straightened out and he sped up to keep up with traffic, “Kind of fitting for a guy like me, I don’t really like people all that much.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his answer, he didn’t like people so he joined the military? He spared another glance at you before finally relaxing into his seat, one arm resting on the divider between you two, the other holding onto the top of the wheel. “What about you Maus? How did you end up here?”

You should have expected asking him that question would mean his return with the same answer, you never really thought ahead did you? “I joined back home when I was 18, tried earlier but they said I had to wait.” Maybe that would be enough to move this conversation along.

So hopeful, so pointless, “You didn’t answer my question Schatz, I thought I told you lying wouldn’t help you?”

Well fuck..

Your leg started bouncing in your seat, you put your hand over it to stop it but it didn’t help, “I joined because I didn’t really have the best home life, Dad was a piece of shit and my mom wasn’t much better. Joined to get away from it all and now I’m here.” Your leg continued to bounce nervously, you avoided talking about your parents at all costs, but sometimes it wasn’t avoidable.

He hummed, “That bad huh?”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “You have no idea.” You said morbidly, you couldn’t help it.

“What made it so bad?” He asked, immediately kicking himself, his own curiosity getting the best of him. The silence was loud, he tried to stop himself but it just came out. “You don’t have to answer that, sorry, I shouldn't have asked.”

Silence went on for a moment longer before you spoke up, after so many years of mulling over such a shitty childhood you became numb to the trauma, you laughed a little as you spoke, “Well I mean my dad was a raging alcoholic, and abusive as fuck, sorry for the language but he was. He used to come home and just let it all out on me. And my mom, god that woman wasn’t much better. Spent most of my teens couch surfing and sleeping wherever was warmest.” That was too much y/n you overdid it now he’s gonna think you’re unstable.

“I’m sorry Maus.” You could tell he meant it, even with the mask his tone gave away all his emotions.

“It’s fine, I turned out alright.” You said trying to fix the situation. “I mean I made it all the way to the top so I guess I’m not doing too bad right?”

“Das ist nicht der Gipfel, wir sind in den tiefsten Teilen der Hölle.” He responded lowly. (This is not the top, we are in the deepest parts of hell.)

The ride went by faster than you thought, you were already back on base, König helped you out of the truck and you parted ways after he walked you back to your room. That coffee was really kicking in, you weren’t even tired. It was close to 2 in the morning and you still couldn’t sleep. You needed to blow off some steam.

You had your headphones on blasting music, not really looking around before you made your way over to a bench and started wrapping your hands up. You reasoned that no one would be here this late so no need to look around and check. You finished wrapping your left hand and made your way over to the bags. You changed your playlist and went to town on the bag in front of you.

You were frustrated, pissed off, embarrassed, and so completely confused that you just got lost in your own world. Your hands were sore, but the pain kept you grounded. You were sweating, breathing heavy, fists smashing into the side of the bag. You landed a particularly hard punch, “Fuck you! Fuck..ing..prick.” The bag swung back and you reached up to grab it, your forehead leaned on the bag, eyes closed, running out of steam quickly.

You pulled your headphones down letting them hang on your neck, trying to catch your breath. You were still mad, furious really, you thought this would help but as always your pain turned to anger. You heard footsteps across the gym, spinning around your confused face turned to a scowl. Ghost sauntered in, stupid fucking mask on and everthing.

You must have been delirious, completely off your rocker because your first instinct was to walk right up to him, you stormed over and stood in front of him.

“Did you need something to love?” Ghost drawled out.

“You’re a real piece of shit you know that?” You said to him, stepping closer digging your finger into his chest. “What the fuck did I do to make you hate me so much? You are so fucking confusing one second you’re being nice and I let you in and the next you just shut me out and treat me like shit!” Your emotions were going unchecked and you knew it but you were too drained to care.

Ghost watched silently as you berated him, face blank, “I’m sorry did you think you were going to get special treatment? Think that I was in love with you or something, huh? Get over it, and stop acting like a spoiled brat.”

“You are so fucking bipolar Ghost! God what is wrong with you?” You said exasperated, throwing your hands up.

Ghost stepped closer and leaned down to your level, staring right through you, the tips of your fingers went numb, that sixth sense coming in, “What’s wrong with me?” He said in a mocking tone, his eyes crinkling at the corners, he was smirking, “I think the better question here is what’s wrong with you? What, did your daddy not love you enough as a child?”

It was a low blow and he knew it too. You felt the air leave your lungs, feeling like you had just been punched right in the stomach. Your jaw was clenching and unclenching, your face flushed hurt. You could feel your eyes start to water but you walked away before he could see. You walked out slamming the door shut behind you as you felt those tears start to fall.

You didn’t shower, and you didn’t even bother getting under the covers of your bed. You just cried until you passed out. The next morning you looked like shit.

Dark bags under your eyes, eyes swollen from crying, makeup couldn’t fix that. You maybe got an hour of sleep before your alarm had gone off and to make matters worse your phone was dead and you tripped over your boots getting up.

You changed into your military clothes, tied your boots and left for breakfast. You kept your head down, a few soldiers gave you weird looks but you didn’t have it in you to stare them down. You made your way into the gym again for morning training, most of the soldiers had been sent out to work in groups leaving just the 141 and König in the gym. The guys were warming up, König wanted to work with everyone to assess hand-to-hand combat skills. Roach and Ghost went first, Ghost won. You stood a ways away from the mat, leaning against some of the equipment too tired to hold your own weight. Soap and König went next, Soap put up a good fight but König ended up pinning him down after he misjudged the distance on a swing.

König helped Soap up and they walked off the mat, König patting Soap on the shoulder. “Ranger, Gaz, you’re up.” You walked over slowly and squared up. The second you looked up at Gaz his expression changed, his brow furrowed and he quietly asked if you were okay. You said you were fine and he got in position.

You circled around him, waiting for him to make a move, he stepped forward, you stepped back. Soap yelled out, “Get on with it.” And Gaz did, he took that moment of your distraction to swing, you managed to block it at the last second swinging and missing. He backed up, then lunged again, you dodged it and spun to the other side. He swung again this time hitting you in the ribs. You swung back and missed again, he landed another punch but it wasn’t his full strength, he was pulling his punches.

You tried to grab him but he caught your arm and pinned you down under him. He had your arm behind your back, your face smushed into the mat and his weight on your legs. You tried to move but it was over, you tapped out and he immediately got up. You moved your arm and tried to get up but your arm buckled under you and you fell back on the mat. Gaz moved to help you, “I got it!”

Your tone was harsh, he didn’t deserve it, he wasn’t even who you were mad at. Moving your knee under you, you used it to push yourself up, immediately feeling lightheaded as you stood. “Sorry,Gaz.” You said quietly, only looking at him.

Soap took on Gaz next, you leaned against the bench press again. Soap pinned Gaz after a few minutes. König went down the list, “Ghost and Ranger.”

God could today get any worse. The guys were too busy talking to notice your appearance or lack of energy. Walking back on the mat, Ghost was already there. He didn’t even give you time to get in position, you had to dive to the side to avoid him but he was quicker than you and yanked your foot back. Your body slammed down into the mat. He was standing over you and you shakily got up again, this time he let you take a stance.

He came at you again, his knee connecting with your stomach. You stumbled back, coughing, you leaned over and your hand wrapped around your stomach. “Jesus take it easy on her man,” Roach said, a foot stepping onto the mat.

You waved him off, and stood up slowly, “go on, I’m fine” you said, void of all emotion. You looked like physically you were present but mentally in another place. You put your hands up and you started circling each other, you lunged first this time, he sidestepped and shoved you forward again, sending you into the mat below. He started walking over to finish when König intervened, “That’s enough.”

Ghost walked off the mat and turned to watch you struggle, it felt like all the strength was forced out of you, once again you moved to get up but buckled under your own weight, this time Roach and Gaz were by your side immediately helping you up. They let go and you caught your balance, things were blurry but it didn’t feel like you were crying.

You tried to take a step but felt nausea wash over you, you quickly swallowed it down, too prideful to do that in front of the team. Your hands were numb, and shaking, you took a breath and it cleared momentarily. You started walking past Ghost to stand by Soap but that didn’t go to plan, you managed a few steps but things went dark quickly, you could feel your legs going numb, you looked up at Soap and he was looking at you cautiously. You saw more black cover his face and felt an arm wrap around your waist before you let your body shut down from exhaustion.

“Oh fuck,” Soap said rushing over to Ghost, he had caught you right before you fell completely. “Back up” Ghost barked and everyone took a few steps back as he laid you down on the mat. Your head lolled to the side and König moved to kneel at your feet, elevating them on his lap. Ghost pulled his glove off and checked your pulse.

“It’s slow, I’ll take her to the med bay.” Ghost said flatly. König gave him a look and Ghost nodded back, like a silent agreement had just been made. Ghost carefully picked you up and used his back to open the door, careful to make sure it wouldn’t hit you.

Your body felt sore, but whatever you were laying on was comfortable. Cracking your eyes open you were happy that it was dim, no bright lights. You shot up when you didn’t see gym equipment around you.

“Lay back down.” A gruff voice said beside you.

Ghost appeared in your vision with a water bottle. You looked around and realized you were in a bedroom, and Ghost was there. Was this his room? You took the water from him and took a few sips. He stood off to the side of the bed, you still felt exhausted, but you noticed your boots were off. “Lay back down,” He said again. You stayed upright staring back at him. “Please?” He said more gently.

You did, leaning back into the pillows, you heard him mumble something about you finally listening to him but you fell asleep before you could say something back. The pillows smelled like him, and you breathed in his scent. Deep down you knew that taking this comfort was just going to hurt you more in the long run but at the end of the day you were just a woman, a woman who desperately wanted to prove herself to him. Despite how much you told yourself you hated him you really didn’t. You just wanted to be accepted.

Ghost watched as your breathing got deeper and slowed, you curled into his sheets and you looked so small in his bed. He sat at his desk and pulled out a book he had read well over 50 times. He was hunched over his desk when someone knocked on his door. He quickly and silently moved to open the door, König was standing in the doorway.

Ghost opened the door and let him in. König knew Ghost wouldn’t bring her to med bay, he wouldn’t have either. The medics would have made them leave until she woke up. He looked at her sleeping in Ghost’s bed and he had to push aside the feelings of jealousy bubbling up. “How is she?” He asked quietly.

Ghost shifted his weight to his other foot, “She woke up a little after I got her in here, told her to lay back down and she fell asleep instantly.” König nodded his head.

Both of them watched as you slept soundly, you shifted in your sleep and they both went stiff hoping they didn’t wake you up.

“She was never meant for this kind of life.” König said, not really addressing anyone in particular. Ghost kept his eyes on you, “You read her file yet?” He asked

“Ja,” König said, signing, “It was hard to get through.”

“Her ex shouldn’t even be alive after what he did.” Ghost said, anger and disgust showing through.

“Agreed.” König wholeheartedly said back.

There was more silence before he spoke again, “Do you care for her?” König and Ghost had been close at one point but both knew that with their jobs it was best to not get too close, they were more similar than they liked to admit to each other. If anything they would be good friends if it wasn’t for how stubborn they both were.

König knew he was pushing a line they both agreed not to cross but he had to know. Ghost looked at him, “It’s better to push her away then let her have any hope in a bastard like me.”

König looked back at you, still soundly asleep, “I understand.”

“And you?” Ghost mused.

König carefully moved to sit on the side of the bed, moving your hair out of your face where it fell, “I’m scared she’ll break under my touch.”

Nothing else was said as König sat and Ghost stood close by, watching over you. The two of them fell back into an old routine with each other. After so many missions together, so many late nights getting to know each other's pasts it seemed as though walls were breaking down between them for your sake.

A few years back…

Ghost was sent on a highly dangerous mission with Kortac, the 141 and KorTac had worked together in the past when the higher ups called for it but this was the first time Ghost was sent alone. They were on a capture and kill mission, a highly prolific sex trafficking ring was getting out of hand and the government finally decided to step in to eliminate the source.

Ghost and König started out with 50 men but they were the only two left and the target had yet to be eliminated. They were ambushed, set up, bad intel was fed to them and it went shit side up from the moment they touched down. RPGs were sent flying in all directions, they were both lucky to be alive in all honesty.

“König, how copy” Ghost called out through the comms. Taking cover on the other side of the building, they had managed to get inside.

“Still moving,” König hurriedly answered back. “Who’s with you?”

Ghost cleared a room as he passed, “Just me.” He said not having time to process watching his team get mowed down one by one. He was bleeding pretty badly, limping as he went, a bullet had gotten him in the thigh but he pushed on through it. “You?”

“I’m alone.” König said, sadness lacing his voice as he watched his teammates die in front of him as well. “Heading up the north stairwell.”

“Be there soon.” Ghost said, continuing to make his way toward the stairs. Pained and labored breaths left him and he forced his injured leg to bear his weight as he climbed the stairs. He kicked the door open and saw the barrel of a rifle poke out, he grabbed it and yanked it forward bringing his knife up to kill whoever was behind the doorway.

“It’s me!” König’s voice said panicked seeing his death near him. Ghost halted seconds before the tip could puncture his teammate’s heart.

König turned and they both made their way to the only door with a light on, neither of them saw the trip wire a inch or two above the flooring and a loud bang went off sending them hurtling backwards within an inch of their lives. König was ahead of Ghost and took most of the blast.

Both of them could only hear ringing in their ears, dust covered the hallway, small flashes of light erupted on the other side of the hall and König flew back, taking a bullet to the shoulder.

“KONIG! KONIG GET UP! GET UP!” Ghost was shouting, but the man was too dazed to hear him, pain erupting in his shoulder, warm blood warming the skin around the wound as it flooded out.

Ghost was on his back firing blindly into the dust, staying low, trying to avoid the onslaught of ammo coming at them. Ghost knocked down the two enemy soldiers firing at them, he turned to König, hauling him up, his leg screaming at him for mercy.

König stood, finally gaining some presence back, and they moved forward. The target was standing in the room, a pistol aimed at the doorway, “DROP YOUR WEAPONS!” He screamed, moving his aim between the pair of them periodically.

The two shared a look, and slowly moved to drop their guns, throwing them down at their feet. “Put your hands in the air!” The man screamed again and the pair obliged, Ghost was smirking under the mask.

He shifted his weight allowing König more room to move, the gun pointed directly at him, “DON’T MOVE!” The man was shaking, but granted, König and Ghost were two visions out of your worst nightmare.

König let out a cough and Ghost took that as his sign to go, he lunged forward, or at least acted like it, König reached back and grabbed his knife holstered on his back and chucked it at the man, effectively sinking it into his neck. Ghost had tried to calculate the shot trajectory but König was faster than he thought and as the knife made contact the man was forced back making his last bullet lodge into Ghost’s side instead of flying past him.

Ghost hit the ground hard, blood already starting to pour out and stain his vest. Bastards always seemed to hit the one place the vests didn’t cover, Ghost thought amusedly as the pain started to spread. König ran over and started applying pressure to Ghost’s side. “Verdammt, komm schon, Ghost, wir müssen hier raus,” König’s thoughts were too sporadic to translate.

“Speak fuckin’ English,” Ghost groaned out.

“We need to move, damn it!” König screamed back, tearing a piece of his sleeve off and packing the wound before placing Ghost’s hand over it to keep pressure on it. König used his good arm to drag Ghost up and get him into one of the trucks outside. He threw Ghost in the back seat and dragged the dead man from the driver’s side, throwing him on the ground as König started the engine.

They sped out of there, their comms had crashed after the blast hit them. There was no way to call for backup. Ghost was slowly bleeding out in the backseat, his blood already soaking through the makeshift gauze. “You still with me Riley?” König asked.

“So fucking loud, jesus K.” Ghost quietly said, obviously holding on for life in the back seat.

The nicknames came from long hours of training and working together, but neither of the men ever used them around others. It was the closest semblance of friendship that either of them had had in a long time.

König drove for what felt like hours before roughly turning and making his way through a clearing. They reached a safehouse a few minutes later. König threw the car in park and jumped out, he pulled Ghost out by his shoulders, dragging him into the house and laying him out on the floor.

He ripped the med kit out and slid back over to Ghost, blood was staining the wood floors, Ghost’s eyes half closed and dazed. König rifled through the supplies until he found a bottle of antiseptic and ripped the cap off, slashing it over his hand and removing the fabric from the wound. Ghost was writhing on the floor, hand raised to his mouth biting down on his gloved hand. König grabbed tweezers and dug the bullet out, Ghost was saying every curse word known to man all in one sentence.

Once the bullet was out König started stitching up the wound, the stitches were crude, not careful, he couldn’t really see from all the blood, “I’m almost done, you can make it.”
When König moved to push the needle through again, Ghost's hand grabbed König’s shoulder, his eyes wide with bright pain. König ignored his own pain as Ghost’s fingers dug into his own wound.

He covered the wound in bandages and moved to look at Ghost’s leg, he had to cut into the fabric of his pants to get a better look, this one wasn’t as bad as his side. The bullet was easier to pull out and only a few stitches were needed, he wrapped it and finally sat back on his heels. Ghost’s grip was loosening on his shoulder, and his breathing was finally evening out.

“You still with me?” König asked, scared there would be no reply and that he would be too late.

“Copy.” was all Ghost managed out.

König used the wall to get up, grabbing a new bottle of antiseptic and a new needle. He stumbled into the bathroom and carefully took off his shirt and hood. It felt strange to take the mask off, but no one was around. He dowsed his shoulder in alcohol and bit back a scream as it stung. Leaning closer to the mirror he worked to close the gash, each stitch made him dizzy.

He was littered with cuts, but luckily nothing else needed stitches. He wrapped his arm and went back to the front room. “Shit!” Ghost wasn’t in the place where König had left him, his eyes flashed to the voice and Ghost had his head turned away.

“You shouldn’t be up.” König said, walking over to where Ghost was standing, leaning on the counter for support. His head was still turned and König moved to turn his head to face him. He never showed his face but considering Ghost had almost died for him, König weighed the option in his favor.

Ghost looked into König’s eyes, they were green, it was always hard to say with the hood. “Was lookin’ for a bloody liquor cabinet,” Ghost said. König reached above Ghost’s head to pull a bottle of vodka from above the cabinet. He had been to this safehouse before and after having to survive without liquor he went back and stashed a bottle just in case.

König sat at the table and Ghost followed suit, slowly lowering himself down onto the seat across from König, chairs slightly turned to face each other. König passed the bottle to Ghost offering him the first sip. Ghost lifted his mask up to his nose before pausing, hand still gripping the hem. He pulled it off completely, seeing it as only fair, König just saved his life.

The two men stared back at each other, expressionless. Ghost popped the cap off the bottle and downed it a good bit before passing it back to König who followed suit. Their silence was comfortable as they passed the bottle back and forth.

The buzz was comfortable, it took more than just the edge off, they were both feeling boozy, probably from all the blood they lost collectively. “Didn’t take you for a vodka man.” König mused.

“M’not.” Ghost huffed out frustrated. They both looked at each other before busting out laughing at Ghost’s moody comment. It hurt to laugh but neither could stop. “Fuckin’ hell mate, thank god for this bloody shit, can barely feel a damn thing.” Ghost slurred slightly, his accent heavier from the booze.

König hummed in approval, “and to think you were the one who said I was nothing but tall and dumb.” He said jokingly.

They stayed up late talking, it started out pleasant but at some point shifted into something more. Both of them were drunk off their asses talking about all of the shit they had endured. The horrors they saw and the ones they created for the enemy. It was open, honest, and real bonding. They couldn’t hide their secrets behind a mask, everything was just there.

Somewhere down the line König asked if Ghost missed anything about civilian life, he pondered on it for a minute before saying, “I miss just going down to the pub and seeing a pretty girl and asking for her number. Can’t really do that anymore, too much shit to drag along with me now.”
He took another sip, “I think I just miss the feeling of having someone like that, or even being able to have the idea of it at all.”

König took another sip, “Do you always imagine a woman?” Ghost's eyes locked with König’s, his eyes were wide, both of them knew that there was a lot riding on Ghost’s response.

Ghost leaned back in his seat more, spreading his legs wider. Choosing his words carefully, “Not always.” It wasn’t much but enough to send the message. Something changed at his answer, König watched as his hips settled further on the end of the chair, legs opening wider.

König licked his lips, steading his breath, “And what are you thinking about now Riley?” His eyes raked up Ghost’s body, his own getting hot just looking at him. They had always had an unspoken, almost secret friendship with no one around, but those moments never lasted long. But now, they were all alone.

Simon shifted a bit in his seat, “m’ thinkin’ bout what ‘The King’ would look like on his knees,” his voice was low, gravely, the drinks making him feel bolder and more dominant than normal.

König felt his erection growing in his pants and saw Ghost’s pushing at the zipper of his combat pants. König slid off his seat, sinking to his knees in front of Ghost, his spread legs allowing just enough room for König to slide in between his muscular thighs. Ghost’s hand came up to caress the side of König’s face, his thumb slipping past the man's lips and he felt König’s hot tongue slip up its length, sucking on the digit. His eyes slipped shut focusing on Ghost’s thumb in his mouth.

Ghost let out a hollow growl in the back of his throat before taking his thumb out of König’s mouth, König looked up with dilated pupils, spit glistening on his bottom lip. Ghost moved to unbuckle his belt but König moved his hands and unbuckled it himself.

It wasn’t completely unheard of for men in the military to confide in each other's company from time to time, but it wasn’t something that was openly talked about.

König carefully pulled Ghost’s pants and boxers down, minding his wound. Ghost’s cock was red and leaking precum at the tip, König gingerly spread Ghost’s good leg open wider to give him room to work a hand up to grab his member. Ghost let out a hiss at the contact. König pumped his girthy cock a few times before leaning down to circle the tip with his tongue.

Ghost softly placed his hand on the back of König’s head, fingers lightly grabbing onto his hair, this incited a low moan from the man below him and he tugged harder. König let out a growl before sinking down onto Ghost, taking more of him into his mouth. “Fuckin’ hell” Ghost groaned out above König.

König bobbed his head, taking more and more as he went, hand sliding to cup the man’s balls as he slowly moved his fingers, stimulating them. Ghost’s grip tightened as König took all of Ghost into his mouth, his tip massaging the back of his throat. König pulled off Ghost with a pop, a line of spit connecting his lips to Ghost’s aching tip. He looked up with lustful eyes, slightly droopy from the vodka, “Use me Riley.” He said making Ghost’s cock twitch.

König moved his mouth back over Ghost’s cock and Ghost pushed his head down, fucking König’s throat, König was moaning around his dick, the low vibrations only adding to Ghost’s pleasure. He could feel himself reaching competition. König’s mouth and hands pushing Ghost over the edge, “That’s it K, god, that feels fucking amazing.”

König smiled at the nickname, as he continued to suck Ghost off, his hand moving from the man's balls to rub small circles into the flesh behind them. König heard Ghost let out a whine above him and he picked up the pace, pressing harder into that sweet spot. König could feel Ghost losing himself in the feeling of hot mouth on him, he sunk down fully, sheathing all of Ghost’s cock in his throat and pressed one more time before feeling Ghost’s release coat the walls of his throat. His body twitched as his orgasm washed over him, the hand in his hair gripping tightly, but the pain felt glorious.

Pulling off Ghost, König swallowed all of his cum, and went to lick the tip clean leaving Ghost to squirm in his seat from the overstimulation. “You taste good, Ghost.” König said as he wiped the spit on his chin with his hand.

Ghost reached down to pull König up to his level, and kissed him, it was soft and passionate, a silent thank you and a pack to keep this between them.

Over the years, moments like this happened again, their bond grew and fell apart at the same time. When Simon felt like he was opening up too much he got scared and pushed König away, too afraid of losing him but too stubborn to admit the fear to the other so he just ended up looking like a heartless monster. But he felt more comfortable with that label, Ghost was not a man, he was a machine, a well oiled working unit made for one job, find, capture, kill.

König tried to get him to open up; he had managed to salvage some parts of his humanity, keeping them closely guarded and protected from the horror he left in his wake. But Ghost shut him out and after a while he stopped trying to save what didn’t want to be saved.

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You woke up alone, wrapped in the sheets of Ghost’s bed. He was gone. Body still sore and aching you crawled out, stumbling slightly. You needed food, your stomach growling at your movements. Making your way over to the door you slipped out and back to your room, thankfully unnoticed. You didn’t know where your phone was, probably still in the gym.

It was closer to dinner now, the clock hanging in the hallway told you it was almost 7. Your room was dark, you never bothered to open the blinds. Changing into new clothes and showering you hobbled into the mess hall. A raging headache only getting worse with the bright fluorescent lights of the mess hall. You suddenly didn’t feel hungry, too sick to eat and instead just wandered over to Soap who was waving you over. He was sitting alone, food sitting half eaten on his tray.

You gingerly sat down on one of the uncomfortable chairs and leaned your elbows on the table. You could feel Soap’s eyes on you but you didn’t have it in you to start the conversation first.

“You okay?” He asked carefully, knowing it was a loaded question. You were quiet, just wanting to block everything out for a moment longer but you finally looked over at him. He was watching you intently, eyes showing concern.

“Yeah I’m fine Johnny.” It was a simple answer with a very telling lie lying underneath it. Johnny didn’t look away, begging for you to say something else. It bothered you, maybe it was just your nerves being fried, maybe it was your subconscious wanting no one to know but his prying concern made you angry, “I said I’m fine Johnny, just fucking drop it.”

His face shifted, and he leaned back, flinching away from your words. In the back of your head you wanted to apologize, he didn’t deserve your anger, but there was too much going on in your head right now to even sort through it. You couldn’t take it, so you just left.

You walked with no goal in mind, just wandering through the hallways until you found yourself outside. The cold air wasn’t the most comfortable but it felt good in your lungs. You kept walking until you were at the tree banks, deep forest surrounding you, shadows covering the floor. You walked in deeper into the dark encompassment that the Earth provided until you were far enough away to feel safe.

Stopping abruptly you stood, staring out into the darkness, it all came up, every hurt feeling, every ounce of anger, and all your confusion. You screamed into the black forest, a raw and unsettling sound leaving you. Your throat hurt as the yell ripped through it. It gave way to all your pain.

You screamed until no sound came out. You couldn’t even cry anymore, you just fell to your knees and let the Earth around you listen to every word you were too scared to say out loud.

When you transferred to the 141 you said you would be better, open up, let yourself forget the past. Look where that got you, fucking no where. Maybe you were wrong, maybe being silent and just following orders was all you should ever do. Fuck everyone else, you had yourself and that was better.

You don’t know how long you were out in the woods before you dragged yourself back to base. Everyone was sleeping by now, no life but you in the halls. Your door shut silently and you flipped on the light. Your phone was sitting on your bed with your water bottle, a small note attached to it. König wanted to see you in his office.

Without turning off the light you walked out to the man’s office, your footsteps sounded loud as you walked in the echoing halls. The Colonel’s door was shut, but the light filtered out from below. You took a breath and knocked on the door.

“It’s open,” König said. Walking in you stood at attention, arms folded neatly behind you. “You wanted to see me sir.” You said, letting on to nothing, painting the picture of a dutiful soldier.

He gestured for you to take a seat, you sat. Body rigid in the seat. He eyed you up and down, “How are you feeling?” He asked.

“Feel fine sir.” You kept eye contact but had no expression on your face. He looked at you more intently, waiting, like Soap had. You had to stuff down the irritation growing in your chest. You didn’t want to talk, you just wanted to be alone.

“Where were you soldier?” He asked, leaning back in his seat more, finally giving up the staring contest you both were in.

“I went for a walk sir.” You wanted to leave. Just get up and leave this base, this country, this life.

He reached into his desk and pulled out a file, tossing it to your side of the desk. “You missed the briefing, wheels up in six hours. Dismissed.”

You grabbed the folder, cringing internally at your fuck up. You stood and forced yourself to walk out calmly back to your room. You sat at the desk and flipped through the folder. The mission details were simple, basic recon on a possible lead. You guys just had to go in and scout out a few buildings.

You had 30 missed calls and texts from Soap, you didn’t open any of them. You just went to bed while you still could.

The morning air was cold, the sun still hiding in the horizon as the team waited on the tarmac. Soap and Gaz were talking about something unimportant, Roach was listening in. Ghost was talking to König about the mission and you were sitting on the tarmac away from the group, tossing your knife back and forth between your hands. You were about 20 feet away from the group in your own world, going over the mission in your head.

Loading up was faster than you thought, you glanced up and saw the boys walking over to the helo. You stood and jogged over to the door, tucking your knife into your vest. There were two empty seats, one next to Soap and one over closer to the wall. You took the further seat and put your headset on.

Immediately you muted your mic and looked out in front of you. You could see Ghost’s boot across from you but you didn’t look up at him. You had a mission to get done, no time for distractions. The boys were talking over the comms until König gave the signal for the drop.

Once you all landed König and Soap went left, Gaz and Roach went right and you and Ghost started hiking straight down. Of course you had to be with Ghost, snipers stick together. He was quiet, you were silent.

Laying down in position you started scoping through the area. The place was crawling with targets, moving crates across the lot. You saw armed guards lining the entrances, the place was completely surrounded with the enemy. You tried to look through your scope to see if you could make out any of the markings on the crates.

Before you could report your findings Gaz jumped on the comms, “Moving into position.”

König and Soap were surveying the back of the building, Gaz and Roach on the sides, and you and Ghost were the closest hiding just behind the treeline.

This was just meant to be a survey, see what they have and move on, be back on time for dinner. But nothing ever goes your way. Soldiers started firing at the back of the building, “Enemy engaging, they saw us!” Soap shouted. Soldiers flooded towards them.

Gaw and Roach started picking off the men they could, Ghost locked in and started too as well. Most had flooded away from your and Ghost’s position entirely. Leaving the crates open and unattended. You had a chance to see what they had in them.

Shit had already hit the fan and you saw an opportunity, you jumped up and sprinted toward the containers, leaving your snipper and Ghost behind. “Ranger, get your ass back in position!” Ghost yelled over the comms but you were already halfway across the lot. You heard bullets coming from behind you, Ghost was covering you.

“Ranger!” Ghost was barking at you to get back. You made it to one of the crates, ducking behind it for cover. Maybe this was a bad idea.

You looked around the dorner making sure it was okay to stand before sliding the top of the crate off to reveal a giant metal casing, one of which you could only imagine were the missiles. You tried reading the side writing but it had been scratched up to the point it was illegible.

The comms rang in your ear, everyone was running back to the exfil point, but your feet were planted, you couldn’t move. You felt life come back to you moments before a bullet could hit you. You ducked and lunged behind another barrier. Soldiers flooded around you and your blood ran cold. “Ranger, get out of there now!” This time it was König.

You turned back to where you and Ghost once were and saw Ghost taking you targets making his way toward you. There were too many of them, why did he follow you?

Whipping out your knife you started taking down the men coming at you, plunging it into one of their necks you reached for your pistol. The chamber was full but you emptied it quickly taking down people left and right.

Your head whipped around looking for more attackers before you saw him. Standing in an upper floor window looking down, Luke. You heart dropped and your knees felt like they were going to collapse, you were frozen in place before feeling something hit you in the neck.

How is he here? What is he doing with these men? Did he know it’s me?

You reached to your neck and pulled it out, to your horror you saw a tranq bullet. You dropped it as if it was made of fire, glancing back up tot he window you saw the smallest glimmer of white. He was smiling.
You didn’t have time to think you just ran, just trying to get out of there before it took full effect, your limbs grew heavier but you were almost to Ghost, he was running toward you, shooting on either side of you. “Ghost!”

He was almost to you, gun almost empty, his heart was beating so hard he didn’t even hear his own shots firing. You were slowing down, he saw you pull something from your neck and his blood ran cold.

He was pushing his body past its limits now, running as fast as he could trying to get to you, he knew König and the guys were only a little ways behind him now chasing after him. He saw you stumble and fall, arms reaching forward to claw your way forward, you looked at him, eyes full of fear right before a black suv pulled up in front of you blocking his view. “Ranger!”

Bullets rained over you as your vision started to blur. You saw one of them hit the back tire of the car, but the victory was short lived. You rolled over grabbing a knife from your vest and waited for someone to attack. More bullets hit into the side of the suv, a man dropped dead next to you. His gun was only a few feet away, reaching over with all the strength you could manage. You grabbed it and shot through the bottom of the car hoping to hit someone.

Someone was tapping the side of your face, you didn’t even remember closing your eyes, “C’mon god damnit! We have to go!” Your eyes barely opened at the noise, too tired to move, too drugged to know who was yelling at you.

Ghost didn’t have time to waste, he threw you over his shoulders and started running back to the evac location. The team was firing right past you both, eliminating targets as they pressed on closer to the two of you. Once Ghost had caught up to the rest of the team he slowed only momentarily to glance at König. He was crouched down firing his sniper with practiced precision, he waved Ghost to the evac location, “We’ll hold them off, go!”

Ghost didn’t hesitate again and ran back through the trees to the helo. He dropped you onto the flooring and started ripping off your vest checking for any injuries. He let out a small sigh of relief when he couldn’t find any, he checked your pulse, it was slow but steady.

König came over the comms to let the pilot know they were coming in hot. Ghost turned to see his teammates running for the helo, the enemy shooting blindly into the forest. The helicopter lurched forward from the rocky takeoff making everyone hold on. Ghost grabbed you and held you close so you wouldn’t roll into the wall.

“Is she okay?” Soap asked moving to crouch next to you. “What happened?”

Ghost shifted to stand taking a seat and picking you up to lay you over the bench in the helo, your head resting on his thigh. “Tranq hit her. She just ran out into the field on a suicide mission.” He said still fired up from the situation.

“She what?” König asked, obviously pissed off at your carelessness.

Ghost let out a growl, “She just took off as soon as she saw an opening to go look in the bloody crates.”

“Why didn’t you stop her?” Soap accused.

“Fuckin’ tried to but she doesn’t listen.” Ghost snapped back rubbing a hand over his face.

Silence fell over the group, there was no one to blame but you for your actions. Completely careless, reckless, and idiodic. It was quiet the whole way back to the base, roach and Gaz got off first, Soap looked back at you, “Go on Johnny, I’ll wait.” Ghost said dismissing him.

König sat across from Ghost, leaning forward resting his hands on his knees, “Does she always do this?” He asked, referring to your latest trick.

“She doesn’t follow orders.” Ghost said back dryly. Looking down at you, waiting for you to show signs of life. König let out a dry laugh. “What?” Ghost questioned, slightly annoyed at his reaction.

König shook his head, “You don’t follow them either Riley.”

Ghost flinched at the name, König hadn’t called him that in a long time, he was trying to push his way back in. König watched as the smallest hint of life fled back into Ghost’s eyes at the mention of his name, and then just as quick as it came it was gone. His gaze hardened and Ghost pushed up off his knees to stand, leaving you sleeping off the drugs in the helo with König watching over you.

König watched as Ghost walked off the helo, not turning back just head forward, eyes up. König watched him for as long as he could see him before he watched Ghost rip open the door to the base and disappear into the building.

König sat with you for at least another hour and half, just waiting for you to show any signs of consciousness. The sky was getting dark now, a cool breeze rolling in through the cracked door of the chopper. You turned in your sleep reaching out for something, your head jerked to the left, face scowled and eyes tight. Another nightmare, something all higher-up military personnel knew well.

Well enough to know that it was better to wake someone up then let them relive whatever horror they had once experienced. Your thrashing became more noticeable and König watched you as he debated whether or not this was a good idea. Yes, sometimes you needed to just rip the bandaid off and snap out of it but other times you could get caught between reality and the reality of the nightmare you once lived through.

You were mumbling incoherent words, cut off syllables between strained chords and clenched teeth. “Maus. Maus, wake up.” No use. You weren’t coming out of this one that easy. He signed deeply, torn between his concern for your current state and the anger he felt for the situation that you put yourself in.

“Maus, c’mon schlatz,” König said, more aggravated, his anger taking over from thinking about how you could endanger your life like you did. It was getting worse and speaking up wasn’t waking you at all. König stood over you, laying in the seats, and placed one hand on your shoulder while the other came up to gently rest on your cheek.

He gently tapped the side of your face trying in earnest to be gentle but you were still so drugged up from the bullet and too deep in your state of chemical induced comatose that he panicked. He raised his hand back a bit before slapping your face roughly.

Your eyes snapped open and you tried to jolt forward but were being constrained by something forcing you back down. Frantically trying to adjust to the world around you, you were gasping for air, covered in a thin layer of sweat. Your first thoughts were fear, you reached up to grab at your throat gasping for air as if there was none left in the world for you.

Nails raking down the column of your throat left angry red lines marking your neck, your eyes were darting back and forth trying to make sense of where you were and what was holding you down. It was so dark in the room you could barely see until you felt something soft brush over your face.

Squinting up into the darkness you found a pair of green eyes staring down at you. “Hallo Maus.” König’s voice sent a cold shiver down your spine, his tone was soft but menacing.

The weight on your chest lifted and you braced your hands behind yourself to sit up in the little space between you and the giant austrian. You moved to wipe a hand over your face feeling dirty from the day. “What happened?” You said sheepishly only remembering bits and pieces of the mission.

König stayed in your personal space, gaze focused on staring directly through you, “Are you hurt, Maus?” He mused.

Confusion washed over you, he didn’t answer your question, why didn’t he answer your question? Too many thoughts were running around in your head to think straight, the drugs still wearing off leaving you feeling foggy.

“What happ–”

Stinging erupted in the same spot as before, your hand snapped up to hold your cheek, “What the fuck-”

“I asked you a question, Maus now answer it.” König bit out, cutting you off.

You dropped your hand, pissed off, moving closer to him you answered, “what the fuck is your problem?” You bit out.

König let out a huff and started to lean back. He stepped back, eyes never leaving you, “In my office in 5 minutes soldier.” He stormed out of the chopper leaving you to just sit and watch as he walked away.

As soon as he was far enough away you let out a groan leaning on your knees and putting your face in your hands. “What the fuck.” You muttered to yourself. Sitting for a few minutes you finally willed yourself to move from the chopper. Memories were coming back, the crate, the tranq, all the screaming.

You finally moved to leave the chopper, sore legs hitting the tarmac moving you toward the base. You stopped to take off your gear in your room before heading towards the Cornell's office. The hallways in the base made hollow sounds as your muddy boots worked their way down the tiles. Approaching the Colonels door you saw a small piece of paper attached to the handle.

Reaching out and grabbing it you saw “C6 on the right, 7798” scrawled out on the scrap of paper. What’s this for? You shook away the thought and knocked anyway. No answer. You knocked harder, maybe he just didn’t hear you. Looking down at the paper in your hand again you finally realized this might have been for you.

You walked up the stairs and then down a few hallways having to stop a few times to figure out where you were. You came to a heavy duty door with a giant red “C” on the front. The door had a pin code above the handle, you typed in the code on the paper, 7-7-9-8, and the light turned green and a clicking noise sounded. Pushing the handle you realized where you were, these were the officers quarters.

Well fuck.

Walking in there were 4 doors, the first on the left had a plaque, “Lt. Riley.” You quickly moved past his door not wanting to run into him after everything. You stood in front of C6, the sign taunted you, “Con. König.” You glanced at your watch, 09:47. You definitely were not here on time by any means. At least 30 minutes had passed since König left you alone in the helo.

Knocking on the door the sound bounced off the walls in the almost silent hallway. You waited again, there was no answer. You went to knock again but the door slipped open revealing König. He hadn’t taken any of his gear off yet. He stood in the doorway towering over you for a moment before turning and sitting on a chair by his desk.

His legs were spread wide, you couldn’t help but look at them. You were still pretty pissed off about him slapping you earlier but you couldn’t deny that there was something about it that made you feel things you shouldn’t be feeling.

By the time you snapped out of your own thoughts it was too late, he was staring at you. Watching you like prey, egging you to run knowing you would be chased and devoured upon failure.

“Maus.” He said, too calm, too practiced. It made your stomach flip.

Looking back at him but not moving he motioned for you to come closer. Your feet felt heavy as you got closer, standing a few feet away from him now. His room was clean, curtains drawn, drawers shut and everything had a place. His bed was massive, granted being that big he probably needed it.

“What you did today is not acceptable.” He said, turning to grab two glasses from his desk. He set them down and poured out two hefty shots of what you could only assume was either vodka or rum given the lack of color. “I expected more from you.” He set the decanter down.

“Sir I–” You tried but were cut off.

“You will speak when I tell you to Maus, understood?”

You nodded, feeling small. He picked up a glass and lifted his hood to take a sip, turning to face you again, “I expect you to be a good girl and not get yourself into trouble. It is my responsibility to protect you and I can’t do that if you don’t listen to me.”

His thumb outlined the rim of the glass as he spoke, “Now, I think it’s only fair dass du bestraft werdest.”

Confusion overtook your features, “What does that mean?”

“Punishment.” He said, thumb no longer moving across the glass.

Anxiety rushed over you, the pit in your stomach growing. You shifted your weight to your other leg trying to find some sense of ease in the tension. König lifted his glass again, it disappeared behind his hood, his head tilted back and the glass reappeared empty as he set it down on the desk.

He watched you for a minute before patting his leg, “Kneel.” There was no room for questions, his tone carried authority that you couldn’t deny. You took a step closer, heart racing and started to kneel in front of him.

“Uh uh Maus, over my leg.”

Oh. You faltered registering what was fully about to happen. The pit in your stomach started to burn right to your core and you felt your cheeks heating up. You carefully made it to the ground and laid over his knee, you were bracing yourself on his other thigh, trying to avoid putting all of your weight on him.

He let out a gruff sign and leaned forward grabbing your hips and shifted you into the position he wanted, “There we go.” He was clearly satisfied with his work. “Do you know why you’re getting punished, Schatz?” He asked, downing the rest of his liquor.

Your cheeks were inflamed, mind scattered, “I..I ran out.” You said a voice shaking slightly. Arms starting to hurt from how they were positioned.

You felt König’s hand start to trace up an invisible line up the back of your thigh, “What else?”

Biting your lip to keep you grounded you started to taste blood, “I didn’t follow orders,sir.”

König reached back, shifting your position on his legs, and grabbed the other glass, downing it quickly. “Very good Maus,” his tone although speaking praise held a different undertone. “Any thing else?”

You turned, puzzled at what else you could have done wrong. “No sir?” You looked at him confused.

A sharp smack sounded, and pain radiated through your ass, you couldn’t help but let out a yelp at the contact. “You were late, Maus.”

Still shocked from what just happened you stayed quiet, heat starting to grow in you.

“Now, as punishment you will count out as many minutes as you were late. Do you understand Schatz?” He was looking down at you, watching you with cold precision, carefully navigating new territory.

“Y-yes.”

Another smack, this time harder than before. “Yes What?”

Your head had fallen from the last hit, “Yes s-sir.” You felt as his hand smoothed over where he had last stuck you, gently easing the sting before another returned. It burned your skin, making you jolt forward. “One.” It was a pained noise leaving your mouth, “Two.” He moved to the other side, “God, t-three.” You could feel tears start to prick the corner of your eyes.

It was relentless, he gave you no time to breathe, no time to think, your breathing was heavy, ragged, “twenty seven.” You forced the air out behind clenched teeth, that one was harder than the rest. Tears streamed down your face, the pure adrenaline and sensation forcing them out.

Smack.

You instinctively grabbed onto his thigh, digging your fingers into his pants, trying to stay coherent behind the mix of pleasure and pain, “twenty n…” another breath, “twenty nine.”

Skin pricked with goosebumps, you waited for the last hit, the anticipation was cruel, you turned to look at him but before you could glance up the last hit came. By far the hardest and most painful yet on your tender skin. You cried out in relief, “thirty.”

Going basically limp over your Coronel’s legs you tried in vain to catch your breath. His hands once again smoothed over the abused flesh of your ass, kneading it with his hands. In your state of pain and euphoria you couldn’t help but let out a small whimper at his touch.

“You did you well for me, Schatz.” König said, continuing to ease your pain.

He could hear small sniffles coming from below, he had seen the tears falling and staining his pants. Gently reaching down he pulled you up to his lap, a whine leaving your throat at the sting. He placed an arm under you and carefully stood supporting both of you.

His tac vest scraped at the exposed part of your skin, making you squirm. “I know honey, let me take it off.” Setting you down gently on his bed he quickly pulled on the straps and hoisted the vest over his head.

He sat back against the headboard, and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you into his chest where you buried your face in the crook of his neck and sobbed as he gently stroked your back, his other hand cradling your head. “Shhhh, you’re okay Maus, it’s okay. You did so well.”

The combination of every restless thought, confusion, and the pain of today caught up to you in a way you weren’t expecting. You just broke down, too tired to try to stop the tears, and too exhausted to move.

His hands were warm on the back of your sore neck, holding you close. You breathed in his scent through quick breaths, still trying to calm down from that high. His hands never stopped rubbing up and down your back, almost working out the stiffness with each pass.

Your breathing eventually evened out, his hood blocking any light from the room around you, the only sound to be heard was both of your breaths. It lulled you in, prying on your tired body and mind before you finally gave in to it.

Chapter Text

A few days had passed since you stepped into König’s room, you hadn’t seen him since. Not that you were actively trying to find him, still grappling with the whole situation. It was hard to wrap your head around, on one hand it was the most frustrating encounter with him that you had had up until this point, on the other; you had no idea he had that kind of dominance in him.

Nothing about your punishment felt forced, you willingly knew what was going to happen when you bent down over his knee, fully submitting to the man. He was harsh but gentle, dominant but gave you what you needed after the rush of it all.

And god, the way he spoke to you. It just hit every little corner of your brain and your cunt. You had woken up in his room after everything but he wasn’t there. Days passed fairly normally since then, wake up, train, eat, train, meeting, sleep. It was becoming monotonous.

Being on a new base meant that you only had so much freedom, this wasn’t your home and you were expected to respect their space. The only real place you had to yourself was your room and even then there were 20 other guys on your floor also trying to find their own sense of peace in the massive space.

Your skin was starting to crawl, every hallway becoming a little smaller than the last time you walked through it. The food was good but being in the mess hall was extremely over stimulating.

Huffing a sigh of frustration you wandered over to your door, peaking out to make sure noone was around before carefully slipping out into the hallway. The fluorescent lights buzzed above you, and no matter how quiet you tried to be you felt your footsteps echoing around you.

Taking the stairwell down to the hangers you walked into one of the bays. The large doors were open, letting in the warm breeze of night. You had a pair of cotton shorts that had seen better days on with a gray tank.

It was strange to be the only one up and it felt like you were the last person alive on Earth. Planes lined the walls of the hanger, various boxes and crates and toolboxes next to them. You could faintly smell cigarettes as you walked toward the open garage door, passing it off as the recruits leaving their butts piled up on their work benches.

Running a hand through your hair you stood quietly at the opening of the hanger looking out, the skies were clear for the first time since you arrived. Your thoughts bounced around in your head, body tired but mind awake leaving you restless. You stayed like that for a while, just standing and watching the moon before hearing footsteps.

Quickly you tucked yourself behind one of the crates and held your breath. You really weren’t meant to be out wandering in the first place. The footsteps got closer and you heard two soldiers talking. It was hard to make out what they were saying.

You ducked down, back against the sharp wood of the crate as soon as you saw a black boot turning the corner of the hanger. Carefully turning as the men walked past you saw Ghost striding toward the other side of the hanger.

“What did I do that was so wrong Riley?”

It was König. He sounded strained, as if pleading for an answer. Ghost’s steps slowed before halting, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. He turned slowly, walking back over toward König.

His mask was pulled up to his nose, a half smoked cigarette hanging from his mouth. His head was turned up slightly, probably to look König in the eyes, “What do ya’ want me to say?”

More footsteps, Koning walked into view, standing in front of Ghost, “Warum schließt du mich aus?"

Ghost ripped the cigarette out of his mouth, “I don’t have time for your shit König,” he turned away, “Just leave me the fuck alone and stay out of my busin–.”

Suddenly König lunged forward grabbing Ghost by the hood of his jacket, his cigarette fell to the floor as he was yanked back and dragged backwards, “Verdammt, wir machen das nicht noch einmal.” König said angrily, slamming Ghost up against the supply crate you were currently hiding behind. (Goddamn it we are not doing this again.)

Your hand flew to your mouth trying to stifle the yelp rising from your throat as the crate slid back into you.
They were grappling with eachother, “Fuck you, get your bloody hands off o’me!” More struggling.

“Nein! You’re not doing this again, you can’t just run away from your feelings Simon!” König yelled.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I shouldn’t be here, they're going to find me.

The crate was shoved closer to the wall, almost crushing you behind it. Ghost had gotten the upper hand and now had König pressed up against the crate, you could now see what was happening in the reflection of one the plane's windows.

Ghost had König’s face pressed into the top of the crate, his hands held firmly behind his back, König was squirming trying relentlessly to get away. “You think just because you know some shit about me that other people don’t means you are entitled to my personal life.” He let out a dark chuckle, “Miss me that much, huh?”

Ghost slowly grinded into König, making him still in his movements, “I bet you just miss being used by me.”

Used??

König let out a choked moan as Ghost continued to grind into him, the sound made you clench your thighs together chastising yourself for even letting yourself think of those noises for too long given the citation you were in.

Not being able to tear your eyes away from them in the reflection you saw Ghost lean down close to König’s ear, “Is that it pet? Feeling a little pent up lately,” His tone was down right sinful, “need me to fuck it out of you like we did in Romania.” It was less of a question and more of a statement.

König bucked back into him, making Ghost let out a ragged sigh. All at once he stood up, releasing König’s hands and backing up, watching as the other stood up and turned around to face him.

They stared each other down, breathing heavily before Ghost finally started walking away toward the base. König stood there a moment before calling out, “I know you care about her, Simon.”

Ghost didn’t even acknowledge it, just kept walking out. König hung his head muttering something you couldn’t make out under his breath before heading back out the way they came in.

As soon as you were positive they had both left you signed in relief. It was difficult to push the crate back into place and slip out without knocking anything over. You ran out of the hanger, taking the long way back to your room hoping to not run into Ghost on the way back.

Once safely inside your own space you felt shell shocked. They were together? Care about who? Me?? What happened between them?

You had too many questions swimming around, the constant state of confusion never seeming to let its hold up on you.

The briefing room was cold, sterile, and exactly where you didn’t want to be. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Ghost or König. Opting to just stay close to Soap and Gaz for this debriefing. You didn’t want to talk about the mission. In fact you would have rather forgotten about it entirely but Price and Laswell needed updates.

The screen lit up with Price videoing in from home base. König sat at the head of the table with Ghost standing in the back corner, looming over everyone.

The screen blurred before gaining a signal again, “Coronel.” Price addressed.

“Captain.” König said back.

“Alright, give me some good news,” Price said leaning back in his chair waiting to hear about what happened.

König opened up a manilla folder sliding out paperwork, “It didn’t go well sir, we took on fire pretty early and had to evacuate. We know they were keeping the missiles there but they have been dismembered for transport already.” Price let out a grunt. “2 KIA, and one injured.”

Panic started to seep into your bones.

“Who got hit?” Price asked.

König paused, you could feel his eyes on you, “Ragner got hit with a tranq bullet.”

Price’s eyes widened slightly, “And how did that happen?” He sounded upset, that residual panic growing.

Before König could answer, Ghost silently appeared from the shadows, “She disobeyed a direct order and then just stood out there waiting to be hit sir.”

The panic suddenly left your body, firmly being replaced with rage, “I did not!”

Ghost’s attention turned to you, “Oh really, then why the fuck were you just standin out there looking up at the fucking sky sergant?”

Your face was hot with anger, “You think you just know everything, don't you prick!”

He took a step closer to you and you stood up, “What did you just say to me brat?” He was showing no signs of stopping. König, Soap and Gaz immediately flew up and out of their chairs. Soap got to you first, before Ghost could reach you, wrapping his arms around you and moving you behind him as König grabbed Ghost’s bicep holding him back.

You tried to move around Soap but he wasn’t having it, you could hear Price yelling at everyone to calm down in the background but your ears were ringing too loud to focus on it, “You’re not as tough as you think Simon!” You yelled back at him. His eyes darkened.

Shit.

“That’s it.” He lunged forward, breaking out of König’s grip and started at you, you sprinted out of the room as he pushed past Soap and Gaz.

The hallways were filled with footsteps of the others chasing after you and Ghost. You still had a small lead running left then right down halls until you were able to get outside, losing him and breaking out into a dead sprint toward the tree line.

“Why are ya stopping?” Soap turned to ask König, Gaz halting with him. Losing Ghost down another hallway. “C’mon he’s gonna kill her!”

König rested his hands on his knees, panting, “No he won’t.”

Soap’s expression full of worry, “But sir–”

König snapped upright, “He won’t. Now get back in that conference room and finish the briefing, that’s an order sergeant!”

Soap looked back to Gaz, equally concerned and upset. Before pushing past König and heading back to the briefing room with Gaz in tow.

You were literally running for your life, you had done it again and ran your mouth a bit too much. Running into the dark forest seemed to be your only sense of peace with imminent danger following you. You couldn’t hide forever, no, Ghost was a highly trained military weapon, there was no way you were getting out of this one unscathed.

Branches whipped against your face as you stumbled through the dark, the only light being the moon seeping through the trees above.

Fuck it’s cold out.

Stopping briefly somewhere deep in the woods, you weren’t really paying attention as you were fleeing from death itself. You scanned the area around you, no sounds other than your own heartbeat readying to burst out of your chest.

You were leaning up against a tree when you heard a branch snap about 20 feet away from you, in an instant you were running again, limbs tiring but the adrenaline was keeping you moving. He was catching up to you, you could hear leaves rustling and twigs crunching behind you, getting closer and closer.

“Oh shi–”

Then nothing, your body slamming into the cold earth below you, weight keeping you down and hands flipping you over. Your head was swimming, disoriented from being tackled. He was on top of you, two thick thighs on either side of you, your hands held up next to your head, and pitch black eyes staring down at you.

He wasn’t moving, just watching you like a predator admires their prey before sinking their teeth in. There was no point in trying to escape.

He leaned in closer, inches away from your pinned frame, “You’re a real brat you know that?” He said smugly.

You looked up at him, “And you’re an asshole, glad we got that cleared up.” You bit out, slightly testing his hold. No luck.

“Why were you just standing out there?” He asked, annoyed.

Playing dumb, you innocently asked, “Standing out where Ghost?”

His hold tightened on you, now it was starting to hurt, the cold was starting to seep into your bones as the adrenaline was wearing off, “Don’t fuck with me y/n. Why did you stop in the middle of the field?” He growled out.

Your mind drifted back to the mission, seeing his face after so many years, memories of the worst part of your life coming back to you all at once.

“Answer me Sergeant!”

It was hard to focus even though Ghost was right in front of you, “I…I just,” you could feel your throat closing in, not wanting to share this very traumatic part of your life with him.

Ghost slammed your body back down into the dirt, “Spit it out!” He was breathing heavily, eyes wide with anger.

You were trying not to choke on your own words, “I saw someone.” You rushed out.

That wasn’t enough for him, “Saw who?”

“It, I saw, it was him…” The panic of everything was clouding your thoughts, “He was just there looking down at me, I swear it was him–and, and then he was smiling and it just, I didn't know what to do. And I just froze up, I never t-thought that I w..was gonna s-see him and I-” fully shaking, on the verge of hyperventilating everything became too much, the cold, the pain in your body, Ghost on top of you, it was just too much and you were falling apart beneath him.

Your eyes were darting back and forth between Ghost’s, the air became thick like you were breathing underwater, “He wa–, he wasn-” you were frantic, you hadn’t even realized you had started to squirm underneath Ghost’s grip until you felt the rough scraping of his glove against your cheek, “Ranger.”

With one hand now free you had it pressed up against your chest, your heart was beating faster than you have ever felt it, your whole body shaking, your fingertips felt numb as they moved up to your throat.

His hand moved to the back of your head, “Hey, hey, Ranger, c’mon love.” You barely registered the tears falling down your temples as they dripped down the sides of your neck, Ghost had lifted his weight off of you but you could still feel it holding you down. He tapped the side of your face, “Kid, stay with me, c’mon deep breaths.”

He sounded like was underwater, the little light that the moon provided seemed to slip away as your eyes rolled back, head dropping lifelessly into Ghost’s hand. Your body seemed to do you the favor of letting you check out of reality whenever things got to be too much, like your own built in defense mechanism, a switch to just stop the pain entirely.

“Shit y/n!” Ghost said as he watched your body shut down. “Fuck,” He tried shaking you awake, “Kid c’mon!” He said irritated. Not at you so much but merely the fact that this was all his fault. He pushed you too far.

He looked around, the forest was silent, you were still breathing shallowly. He kicked his leg out over your body, kneeling next to you before carefully lifting you into his arms, making sure to tuck your head into his neck.

Ghost kicked the door open, sliding into the base before continuing down the hallway, a few stray soldiers passed but quickly moved when they saw Ghost’s glare.

You just fuck everything up Simon. Always fucking pushing her for what? Because you can’t handle your own goddamn emotions?

“Oh my god you killed her!” Soap yelled, snapping Ghost out of his thoughts. König was trailing behind him as they were leaving the conference room.

“I didn’t bloody kill her MacTavish!” He growled. Subconsciously holding you closer to him.

Soap walked up to you, staring down at your exhausted figure, “What the fuck did ye do to her!”

König, always the mediator, put a hand on Soap’s shoulder, “We’ve got it from here Johnny.”

Soap’s head whipped around, “What do ye fuckin’ mean, look at ’er.” His accent was thickening with anger.

“Stand down John.” König said moving in between Ghost and Soap, “That’s an order.”

Johnny looked down at you helplessly in Ghost’s arms, a defeated look crossing his face as he resigned back toward the barracks leaving König and Ghost to take care of you.

König waited until Johnny was out of earshot before turning to Ghost, “What happened?”

Ghost was looking down at you, your small frame curled into him, he didn’t answer instead just turned and started walking. “Ghost!” König tried but nothing was stopping him. König let out a sign and followed.

König unlocked the door to the higher ups rooms, Ghost slipped past silently. He walked into his room and set you down on his bed. He carefully took off your boots and covered you while König leaned on the doorframe watching.

Ghost was not a gentle-man by any means, his hands alone could tear the bones off a man's body, fingers that had pulled thousands of triggers leaving harsh callouses in its wake. But with you, he was gentle, careful. He worked slowly, meticulously untying and loosening the laces on your boots so as to not dare wake you.

König snapped out of his dazed state when Ghost abruptly stood and walked towards him, König moved before Ghost could force his way through him and followed as he walked over to his own room, turning the handle and walking in.

Ghost looked out of it, his head taking in every object in König’s room, “Si…” König tried.

Ghost’s head whipped around, eyes dazed, lost in his own head, “Simon.” König said again more firm, Ghost’s eyes seemed to open more at this, slightly pulling him from his own thoughts. König moved slowly, walking over to his desk and pulling out a bottle of bourbon. He himself didn’t care for it much but he always had it on hand for Simon. Grabbing two glasses he poured the drinks, at some point Simon had settled at the end of the bed, still, just watching.

König walked over, glasses in hand and gave one to Ghost. He accepted it, pulling his mask up to his nose and slipped the amber liquid. “Thought you didn’ like bourbon?” He said.

“I don’t.” König said, letting out a sigh as he leaned against his desk. He sipped on the liquor letting a moment pass, “You going to tell me what happened?”

Ghost’s head fell, now staring into the bottom of his glass, “I shouldn’t have pushed.” He finished off his glass, passing it to König who set it next to his own half-drank glass. Ghost settled back on the bed, looking at König, “I just, I don’t know why I do it. She just gets under my skin, she’s reckless. She never fucking listens and just goes out there and pulls some bloody fuckin’ hero move like she’s not even afraid of dying.”

He was growing agitated, standing now to pace back and forth across the room, “It’s like she doesn’t even care that she actually has a chance to get out of this life. And I just go and push and she–” He runs a hand down his face, eyes pulling down at the force before he just decides to rip his mask off completely, letting out a heavy sigh.

König pushed off his desk, standing and walking over to Simon, tossing his hood on the bed as he passed. Simon was just rambling now, lost in his own head, “I just fuck everything up, I don’t even know why I’m so hard on her. I just, she’s–she’s too close. And I can’t have that, I’ll just fuck it up like I fucked it up with you, and for some god forsaken reason you still care about a piece of shit like me and–”

König just grabbed the sides of Simon’s face, effectively stopping him. “You’re a good man Simon.”

Simon just stared back into König’s eyes, feelings that he pushed down for so long starting to break through the surface, he hated it but he couldn’t move, all of it too familiar, too comfortable. “Why do you even stay?” He said quietly. A man too hardened by the world, a man who was never shown the love he deserved, and a man who truly believed that he was not deserving of it to begin with.

König looked down at him, thumb brushing against the side of his jaw, tracing over the scar that ran through his lip, “Guess I’m just too tall and dumb to leave.” He said with a smile tugging at his lips.

Simon closed his eyes letting out a puff of air, reaching up to grab onto König’s wrist, the man’s hand still resting against his lip. This was hard for him, he didn’t know how to show affection, let alone accept it.

König moved his other hand down to Simon’s hand, lacing his fingers through his hand and tugged him over to the bed. Simon followed, slowly, König noticed and just sat at the edge of the bed waiting patiently for Simon.

He kicked off his boots, and tugged his shirt over his head tossing it into the corner of the room, before slowly bending down to unlace Simon’s boots. Simon stood still, just watching as he worked.

König worked on his belt next, carefully unbuckling it and pulling Simon’s jeans off, letting him step out of them. Koning pulled his off next and Simon finally moved to take off his shirt. Both of them were in their boxers.

“Just come lay down Si.” König said, moving to lay on the oversized bed, his legs were crossed as he threw an arm behind his head, flicking off the light. König knew that this was difficult for him, so he gave him time, moved slowly.

Ghost finally gave in, he walked around the bed and laid down on the other side, back facing König. They stayed like that for a bit, just silently listening to the other breathe.

König turned over on his side, a hand reaching across the bed to rest on Ghost’s shoulder, he felt him tense up at his touch, “I won’t bite.”

Ghost suddenly moved to lay on his back, turning to look at him, “Yeah you do, K.” His voice was low and gravelly from exhaustion.

König let out a laugh, smiling, he looked back at Simon, the dim light making his features look sharper, “C’mere Simon,” König said, closing his eyes and rolling onto his back.

An intake of breath, a heavy moment of passing time, and then movement.

Simon slid over next to König, laying his head on his chest like he had done hundreds of times before, melting into the warmth of the man before him. König let out a low rumble in his chest as he wrapped his arm around Simon.

Simon was fidgeting, nervous, König could tell and simply placed his hand over Simon’s, “We’ll talk about it tomorrow, just sleep.” König felt him relax into him, his head weighing down on his chest more and his breaths becoming deeper.

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König woke slowly, moving to stretch out his tired limbs, Simon was still sleeping peacefully next to him, his features relaxed for the first time in a long time. König carefully slipped out of the sheets of his bed, careful not to wake Simon in the process.

He dressed and kept the blinds shut, wanting to let the man sleep for as long as possible before facing reality again. Shuffling out of his room he wandered over to Ghost’s door and peaked in. You were lying on your side, curled into yourself. He walked over quietly before sitting down on the side of the bed placing a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Maus?”

Rolling over you peaked out through sleepy eyes to see König’s unmistakable hood glancing down at you. Instantly becoming alert you shot up, “König!”

“Easy Maus, I was just coming in to check on you.” He said gently, he was always so gentle with you. Speaking softly as if the weight of his words might break you.

You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, still adjusting to the world around you, not fully cognizant yet. König noticed, of course he noticed, “Ghost’s brought you back here.”

You looked at him confused. Ghost? “I don’t? Why did he–” you broke off.

König turned to look at his boots, letting out a heavy sigh, “There’s more to Simon than he lets on Maus, you just have to give him a chance.” He moved to look at you again.

Letting out an indignant huff you ran your hand through your hair, “Yeah, well I’ve given him plenty of chances already König.” You spat.

His eyes hardened, “The man’s been to hell and back y/n. You think letting anyone in is easy for him?” He said, his anger and hurt and confusion all bubbling to the surface. A complication of knowing more than he was able to tell.

You just looked back at him, letting his words sink in. You felt like a scolded child being yelled at. Maybe he was right. It didn’t matter to ask, König pushed up on the bed and stood sparring you one last glance before slipping out into the hall again.

Walking into the gym, Soap was the first to see you, waking over and hugging you tightly, “Jesus lass, I thought you were a goner last night.” He let go, putting his hands on your shoulders.

Letting out a small confused laugh you ask, “What do you mean?”

Soap looked at you incredulously, “Bonnie you were completely knocked out in Ghost’s arms, I thought the bastard finally snapped.”

Looking down at your feet you shuffled awkwardly, “Oh..don’t really remember all that.”Soap picked up on your nervousness, quickly changing the subject and led you over to Gaz and started training again.

The three of you trained for a few hours before the boys hit the showers and you headed back to your room. Showering off the sweat and letting the warm water wash over your sore limbs felt like heaven. König’s words played in your mind on a loop, “Give him a chance.”

You’d given him chances, plenty of chances. He was an asshole–an angry, hostile man, right?

Your mind wandered back to the hanger, the way König didn’t let Simon leave, the mere idea and knowledge that they had been intimate with each other is still something you had yet to understand and process.

Did Simon even have a human side? A side that wasn’t driven by anger, resentment?

The water started to turn cold, a shiver running through you. You stepped out, turning the water off and grabbing a towel. You changed and opened your door, not fully sure where you were going but you just started walking.

There was too much to go through, König and Simon, you and König, you and Simon. Just too many moving parts that shouldn’t fit the way they did. Simon used you. He let you think just for a goddamn second that maybe he was more than an asshole only to painfully remind you that you were nothing but a warm body to him at the end of the day.

That kind of hurt was one that you just couldn’t shake, not after Luke. Your ex had ruined any sense of intimacy you knew and left it as shattered glass under your skin. And he’s still out there, waiting, watching, smiling in the face of your ruined life.

You were going to kill him. That was a deal you made with yourself a long time ago, a dying wish if it needed to be. No one should be able to take so much of someone’s soul without punishment, and if you needed to play god to get closure then so be it.

*SNAP*

A branch clipped under your heavy boots, effectively pulling you out of your own head. You had been blindly walking, dazed, lost in thought. Surrounded by the comfort of the deep woods your subconscious had brought you back into the safety of the trees.

You sat, leaning against a fallen tree letting your head loll back into the soft moss and just looked up at the sky through the branches. It wasn’t long before you zoned out again, lost in it all just trying to get one singular clear thought.

Footsteps made you alert, your head shot up looking through the dimming evening light trying to place the sound, “The boys said I’d find you out here.”

“Price?” You got to your feet as he was walking up to you.

“Hey kid.” He said with tired eyes, “How you been holding up?”

He just knew, you hated that he knew, “I’ve been alright sir. When did you get in? I thought you were staying back at base?”

He nonchalantly tucked his hands in his coat pockets, glancing at the trees around us, “Got in a few hours ago, don’t like being away from the team too long.” He turned, “Walk with me Ranger.”

You had to jog to catch up to him, the two of you walked in silence for a while, just enjoying the creature comfort of company before Price spoke, “Y/n.”

“Yeah Captain?”

He stopped, “Now be honest with me kid, you doing alright? I don’t mean to be rude but you look like shit kid.” The bags under your eyes were heard to miss, the bruises on your body never seemed to fade, just seeping dark purple hues into your skin like tattoos.

You couldn’t help but laugh, was it that obvious? You looked up at him, mind trying to come up with a convincing lie.

“Don’t lie to me.” His voice was stern, no room for questions, nowhere to hide.

Boot digging into the soft earth beneath you you shrugged, “Yeah I’m alright sir, just got a lot on my mind.”

He started walking again, “Tell me about it.”

Catching up again you struggled to explain the complexities of everything you were keeping to yourself, “I don’t even know where to start sir.”

Without missing a beat, “Start with the mission, what happened.”

You let out a sigh, “I didn’t just stop for no reason sir, honest I didn’t. I’m smarter than that–”

“I know Ranger.” Price said.

“I saw someone from my past that I wasn’t expecting to ever see again, and it just sent me back to a time I would rather not revisit.” You kept your eyes securely on the ground in front of you. “God.” You said frustratedly, “I know you read my file, I know you know and I hate that anyone even has access to it. He should be dead, and you know what the fucker just looked down at me and smiled. He smiled and all I could do was stand there and take it.”

Running your hand through your hair, “I just, after all this time you would think I would be over it–that he couldn’t do this to me anymore.” You sounded defeated, not even trying to hide it, you know Price would be the last person to judge you for it.

Price just hummed in contemplation, taking in our words, hands still in his pockets.

“How’s Simon doing?” He said looking over at you, changing the subject.

Your head snapped to meet his eyes, your face confused before slowly turning lifeless, “He’s the same as always sir.” You said bitterly.

“Yeah, I assumed so.” He said too casually for your liking.

You had reached the clearing, only a short walk to the doors of the base now. You followed as Price led you back inside. You had split off, Price saying that the team was meeting in the breakroom and that’s where he was heading. You went back to your room to change.

You entered the lounge a little while later, you heard the guys before you even walked in. Loud laughing and yelling, mostly from Soap and Price. They were shooting the shit about something, it was a single moment of normallicy in your life.

When you walked in all eyes fell on you, the guys were all crowded around the coffee table playing poker, the trash was already loaded with beer cans, everyone was tipsy and enjoying Price’s welcoming party.

“Bonnie!” Soap yelled, raising his glass, liquid splashing out and onto Kyle’s lap. “Watch it knucklehead,” he said, annoyed. “Sorry man, I’m just giving our girl a proper welcome.”

You chuckled, walking over to the group and grabbing Johnny’s glass, “Hello to you too MacTavish.” You sipped the liquid, making a face, Soap always went for the strong stuff.

The only open seat was in between König and Ghost so you just leaned over Johnny, resting your arms on the back of his seat. The boys played a few more rounds and your legs were starting to get tired. Johnny had called for shots, and who were you or anyone else to disagree?

“Ope, hold up guys!” Price said, digging into his bag and pulling out a fresh bottle of bourbon. “Thought you guys could use a little something extra.”

Kyle poured out shots for everyone, two each. Risky. Everyone toasted and downed the first one, all seemingly surprised by how strong the liquor was, Price just sat in his seat smiling like a cheeky bastard. “Another?”

Round two went down just as hard as the first, you coughed. You and Soap were sharing drinks while they played and you had finally caught up.

You had yet to make eye contact with either Ghost or König, but neither man had a problem with staring you down. You could feel their eyes on you, watching-carefully noticing every small shift in you.

You were half listening to the men talk, half enjoying the buzz, Johnny had turned on the stereo and the two of you were just chatting by the couches. König, Ghost and Price still sat at the table while Kyle was fixing himself another drink.

What pulled you out of your hazy state was the sound of Ghost laughing, and not just a small indignant huff, no a full on laugh. You had never heard him laugh like that in your life and you wanted to hear it again. It was full of life, joy, something you never thought to associate with the man.

“Your’a cheeky bastr’d John ‘n ya kno’ ‘t” Simon said, his accent on full display, hearty and full and gravely and god did that do something to you that you wanted to deny with all your being but you couldn’t help it.

König and John let out equally drunk laughs, König throwing his head back, his hood falling back to show off the slight curvature of his face.

“You’re one t’a talk Simon,” John slurred laughing and pointing at the man. His attention turned to König, “Did I ev’a tell ya ‘bout the time we were in the bloody heli and–”

He didn’t get the chance to finish before Ghost shot up in his seat, “Ay now’ tha’s enough outta’ ye!”

They all fell into a fit of drunk laughter again before John grabbed another round and the group moved to sit on the couches. You all had never been this messed up together before.

This time there was no avoiding it, Price, Johnny and Kyle took the one couch leaving you Ghost and König to the other. König slumped down, legs spread wide on one side and Ghost the other end.

You looked at Price as he not-so-carefully dropped the shots on the table in between the couches, suddenly you were being yanked downward into the couch, letting out a yelp and you landed in the middle between the two men, “Can’t have you standing all night can we Maus?” König questioned, words slurring slightly from the liquor.
Before you could react to the words he was saying Ghost had leaned forward and grabbed a few shots, carefully reaching a hand toward your face and grabbing your chin turning you to face him as he held up the cold shot to your lips and tipped it back, forcing you to drink it.

Your hands flew up to his trying to stabilize yourself as you drank the shot. Swiping a hand over your mouth to catch the liquor that had fallen from Ghost’s roughness you looked at him, “What the hell was that about?”

He didn’t answer, simply leaned back into the couch and smirked, shooting König a glance. Your head whipped to look at the other man, he was looking back at Ghost but as soon as you turned he simply leaned back, falling further into the couch and placed his arm behind your head.

No one else seemed to notice the interaction, Soap louding announcing that everyone needed to play a game to really get the party going. Price just waved him off saying that he was too old for party games and headed to bed. No one mentioned when he ran into the doorway on the way out, simply snickering as he yelled out gibberish.

As soon as Price was out of earshot, Soap was back on his bullshit, “Alright ye sick fucks, 5 fingers up,” he said exaggerating his words by waving his hand in the air. “Never have ay ev’a skipped mandated training.”

Everyone put a finger down, Soap looked over to König next as he straightened up a bit, he sat his glass down, “Johnny you sure are something else,” he said shaking his head, “Never have I ever done drugs.”

Once again everyone put a finger down and raised their glass. “König you’re supposed to say things to get other players out, not you.”

His eyes crinkled under the hood, letting you know he was smiling, “Oh I know Maus, just curious.”

Johnny was filling up his glass again, “Hold up! L.t. you’re partaking?” He said surprised.

Ghost just lazily rolled his head back against the couch, “There’s a’lot ya’ don’ know bout me Johnny boy.”

You tucked that little bit of information aside but right as you went to take your turn Gaz shouted out, “Wait I have a good one!” You gestured for him to go ahead, not mad at the situation considering you didn’t have a good prompt.

Gaz slyly looked around the room, “Never have I ever…slept with a teammate.”

Your face grew hot, cheeks burning up trying to hide your blush. You carefully snuck a glance over at Ghost’s hands, he had his finger down. He was looking at you, eyes glassy, pupils blown wide staring at you like you were prey. “Go on, Princess.” He said lowly. You quietly raise your glass to your lips and take a sip.

“You guys are a bunch of horny fucks!” Gaz exclaimed, everyone but him had put a finger down.

Soap started laughing, “What’s wrong Kyle, jealous?” Soap was being cheeky, pushing at a door you would rather not open right now.

Instead you just stood quickly, too embarrassed at the whole situation and left the room. God I am too drunk for this shit. You managed to find your way back to your room and tossed off your shirt getting ready to sleep off as much of this hangover that you could before the morning.

Light washed into the room, whipping around and trying to cover yourself the best you could you saw Ghost, leaning nonchalantly in the doorframe, “Ghost get out! I’m changing.”

He did not get out, instead walked in and opened your dresser, pulling out your black tank and handing it to you, “What? Nothing I haven’t seen before, doll.”

Pulling a face you ripped the tank top out of his hands and turned before pulling it over your head. “Can I help you?” You said flopping down on your bed, crossing your arms over your chest still feeling exposed.

Ghost started picking up objects in your room, carefully observing them before placing them down again. His eyes fell back over to you as he took a seat at your desk, “M’sorry for busting in, shou’da knocked.”

This caught you by surprise, Ghost actually apologizing for something? You let out a huff of air, “Thanks.” You said dryly.

The two of you sat in silence for a minute, you waiting for him to say something and him not seeming to mind the silence. “So..did you need something? Or did you just come in here to look at my shit?”

He pulled a hand over his mask, and down his neck, obviously uncomfortable about something, “I came in here to apologize alright.”

A quiet, “Oh.” fell from your lips feeling slightly guilty for snapping at him now. “Okay.”

Ghost stood abruptly, pacing back and forth through your small quarters, “M’sorry for being an asshole.” He stopped, looking down at you expectantly as if that was enough context.

You couldn’t help but be a little pissed off at the whole apology, sorry for being an asshole?? Yeah no shit. You were already drunk and worked up but also trying to remember what everyone has been telling you, give him a chance. “It’s okay Ghost.” You said quietly. Knowing full well it was certainly not okay.

He just stood there, looking too big for a space so small, “No it’s not. I know,...I just don’t.” He was fumbling over his words. You had never seen the man not be in control before. He was always so sure of himself.

“Ghost it’s really okay I get–”

“No. Just,” He put his hand up, “Just let me find the words.” He let out a sigh before sitting next to you on the bed, enough space between you two to not make it weird. “I know I’ve been hard on you lately Ranger, I just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt.”

He was fiddling with his hands, picking at the skin, waiting for you to say something. Frankly, you didn’t know what to say. This behavior was so out of pocket for Ghost.

All of this was bringing up a lot of hurt feelings for you, “You say you don’t want me to get hurt but it’s been you that’s been doing it to me Ghost. What am I even supposed to say?”

Ghost was cold, unmoving, eyes unwavering, he just got up. Leaving you to just feel like the biggest piece of shit in the world but you had to say it. “Ghost wait!”

He stopped, just before reaching the door, you stood up grabbing his hand and making him look at you, “I don’t hate you, you know that right?”

His eyes looked black, consumed with worry and relief all at the same time, “But you have every reason to.”

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It was fucking raining. You hate the rain. Just pouring down in sheets, soaking you to the bone.

Price got word from Laswell that there was a possible lead on the missiles, that this lead could possibly be the end of all of it.

Knee deep in mud laying on your stomach you were staking out a warehouse, armored trucks passing through the small town roads around the building.

“4 trucks incoming from the north end, moving in.” You said releasing the mic on your comms.

You tucked your rifle away and started approaching the road, keeping your sidearm close to you. You heard Soap and Gaz say they were going in as well, König and Ghost not far behind them.

You tucked yourself up against a side wall waiting for the right moment to slip in. There was a ground level window that you pried open and crawled in. It was to an old utility closet, carefully and silently stepping out you were met with two guards walking down the hallway facing away from you.

Two silenced shots fired and you watched them fall lifelessly to the ground. Bullseye.

Grabbing their badges you kept moving, you needed to get downstairs to meet König and Ghost. Gaz and Soap were going up to the control room.

You located the basement door and swiped in with the help of Kortac and Laswell, “Fifth door on the right Ranger, Ghost and König are almost there.” She said.

You crept down the metal stairs, a man walked a few paces ahead and turned when he heard your footsteps, as he went to reach for his firearm you didn’t hesitate, shooting him down instantly.

Unfortunately, the bastard screamed and others started running down the hall, tucking yourself into the shallow doorway next to you, you kept firing. “Get your asses down here now! I’m not dying in a fucking basement!”

“Copy.” Was all Ghost said before light flooded the stairway as König busted the access pad with the back of his gun.

Bullets rained down all over you. More and more men flooded the halls. Ghost and König moved past you as you covered them, giving you time to switch out your magazine.

You all pushed forward, through the bulk of the men. Someone came out behind you and grabbed your neck slamming you down, your head hit the concrete floors with a thud. Before you could fight back blood sprayed over your face, the man fell off to the side and you looked up to Ghost standing over you, his hand outstretched.

Grabbing it and getting hauled up there was no time for “thank you’s” he turned and ran to catch up to König who had a man on the ground, his fists pummeling into his body relentlessly. It was always so strange seeing him be so violent on the field.

The hall fell silent with König’s final blow. The man was covered in blood, his face swelled beyond identification.

“Let’s move.” Ghost said, urging König to get up.

König once again bashed the hell out of the keypad to the fifth door, revealing a large barren room with the missiles. “Mein Gott,” König said.

They were all there, lined up on platforms, ready to be launched. “Soap we’re in.”

“Working on it.” Gaz responded. The displays on the missiles suddenly lit up, flashing, “What’s going on!” You shouted.

Ghost was leaned over one of the platforms, reading, “They’re set to launch.” He reached for his mic, “Soap they’re preparing to launch, what the fuck are you doing!”

Soap’s frantic voice came over the comms, “I can’t do anything L.t., there’s no stopping them now!”

You looked at König, for the first time you saw fear pass over his eyes, Ghost was pacing. You were going to die in this basement after all.

Suddenly a loud crash came from König, he was ripping open the switchboard, “Red or blue Soap?”

“Red or..? What are you talking about Coronel?”

König frustratedly tilted his head, “The wires damnit, in the missile. I ripped open the plate.”

Without waiting, you and Ghost started prying open the other plates. You saw the same wires, Soap’s voice came back, “I-I don’t know, there’s nothing on it. You guys need to get out of there now.”

There wasn’t enough time, there was no way you could get far enough away from the blasts in time, the clock was running out, “40 seconds till launch.” Soap said.

You were a dead woman if you ran and dead if you stayed, grabbing your knife from your pack and held it with trembling hands. Each missile was about 40 yards from the next. You turned to Ghost. He was looking at you, eyes watching and head trying to find a way out of this situation.

Breathing hard you asked, “you got a favorite color Simon?” He looked back at you incredulously.

“What the hell are you–?” He growled out still trying to find a way to dismantle the missiles. Desperately looking for any other entry point to the control panel.

You looked back down at your hands, holding both wires, 28:00, 27:00, 26:00.

König watched you turn back to the panel, seeing the knife in your shaking hands, “Y/N NO!” he said, running towards you. He watched as you gripped your knife and yanked up, slicing the blue wire. You threw your arms up expecting the worst and knowing in your heart that if that wasn’t the right choice it wouldn’t matter.
The screen flashed, then went dark. König grabbed you, “What the fuck is wrong with you!”

You were running on pure adrenaline, breaking free and running past König, “Cut the blue wire!”
You shouted behind you.

16:00, 15:00, 14:00

You were almost there, no time to see if Ghost cut his yet. You were almost there, König not far behind you.

BANG!

No, no,no,no no! You were almost there! You heard König scream out, you turned still running he was down, not moving. You faltered.

“Fucking go!” Ghost shouted, firing his gun.

You used every last bit of strength you had in you and finally reached the panel, boots sliding on the concrete you looked at the screen 4:00, 3:00–

Reaching into the panel you dug out the wires and ripped the blue wire with all your strength, 1:00.

The screen flashed and then died. You could barely breathe-chest heaving as you turned and started running back to König. “König! König! Goddamnit wake up!” You pounded on his chest. Blood was seeping out of his gear as you looked down at him.

You heard boots running toward you, whipping around, pistol in hand you saw Ghost’s mask right before you pulled the trigger.

He fell to his knees next to you, ripping off König’s vest and pulling up his shirt. “Fuck!” He reached into the gaping wound trying to dig out the bullet, “Fuck, goddamnit! I can’t get it you have to grab it!”

His hands were too large to get ahold of the bullet, you kneeled over König, ripping off your glove and slid your hands into König’s bloodied chest, tears you didn’t even recognize fell from your cheeks as you dug around in his wound until you were able to pull the bullet out.

Blood started to gush out of the wound, Ghost already prepared, started packing the wound with part of his shirt he had cut off. “We need to move, I’m going to grab him and you’re going to cover us alright?”

You were in shock, König was bleeding through the tshirt already, still unmoving, “I-I oh my god-Gho-”

Ghost’s hand came up to your face grabbing it harshly, “Look at me! You are going to stand up grab your fucking gun and we’re getting out of here!” He let go and hauled König’s limp body over his shoulder.

You stumbled to your feet and grabbed your gun, quickly sliding the mag out to see how many bullets you had left.

Moving back up the stairs, Gaz radioed in saying evac was 30 seconds out. You hauled ass down the hall, clearing out anyone left in your way. One bullet left.

Kicking through the exit door, a bullet grazed your cheek, tearing through the flesh. You turned and fired, killing the man. Ghost moved ahead of you towards the LZ. Soap and Gaz were about 100 ft ahead, shooting who they could.

Gaz was going head to head with a soldier, grabbing him and throwing him to the side, you lined up the shot and fired. There was another man behind him that he didn’t notice, the man fell as Gaz was able to knife his attacker in the neck.

No time to waste, you bolted toward Soap and Gaz, out of bullets and out of luck. Someone tackled you to the ground. You tried to get your knees up to kick him off you but it was no use. He pinned you down, heads by your head

His face was covered, a black mask hiding his lower face, you didn’t have time to look but when he spoke your blood ran cold. “You’re not going anywhere.” He said before delivering a blow that knocked you out.

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You came to, head pounding, you were being rocked back and forth. You were in a car, no a van. It was dark, your body felt completely depleted of energy, a shell of a soldier.

Racing thoughts ran through your throbbing head, he had found you. You had been taken captive. You tried to roll over onto your back but your hands were bound behind you. Voices were coming from above you, men chatting about the latest game. It just made you wince at the noise.

“Hey she’s waking up.” Someone said before a man appeared over you, trying your best to see who it was you tried to force yourself to stay awake. There was a small prick in your thigh and then more darkness shrouded your sight, sending you back into a dazed sleep.

Someone was tapping your cheek, forcing you to roll your head to the side. This is how things had been for days now. Someone would come in, wake you up, feed you and then sedate you back down into nothing.

Placed in a room with no windows you could only assume days had gone by but in reality you didn’t know how long it had been. Tied to a metal chair, clothes torn off long ago you strained to lift your head up.

“Good morning sweetheart,” the man chastised you, he was tall and skinny, dark hair and brown eyes, he was often the one coming in to tend to you, “it’s a big day darling.”

You grit your teeth, “Do-n’t call me t-that.” You forced out, throat burning.

The man walked to your side, flicking your arm, searching for a vein. “Oh c’mon, why the sour mood?” He pulled a syringe out of his pocket, the vile was small but contained a clear liquid, he grabbed your arm tightly before setting the needle into your skin.

You had expected to fall back into darkness but it didn’t come, “Wha- what was that?” You panicked.

The man was now kneeling behind you pulling at your restraints. “Nothing, you need to worry your pretty little head about dollface.”

What does that mean?

Before you had time to dwell you were being forced up by your arm and dragged out of the room, the lights were bright in the hallways. Your body stumbled, muscles screaming after sitting for so long.

Cuts and bruises littered your body, dried blood all over your body. The man pulled you into a room and threw you against a wall. Your body slamming into the cold concrete. Steading yourself against the wall you were forced back as freezing water pummeled against your skin.

Biting down on your tongue till it bled you stayed, nails gripping the concrete walls. It finally stopped, skin bright red from the force of the water. Clothes were thrown at your feet, starting to soak with water. Hastily grabbing them you pulled them over your body.

Another man came in and escorted you down more halls, you tried to count the doors, taking in your surroundings.

They led you to an elevator, the man pulled you forward with him as he reached for the buttons. The elevator began to shake, going down. As the doors opened you were in some sort of lab, medical equipment littered the walls along with other machines. Monitors beeping and viles full of chemicals surrounded you.
You felt yourself being dragged forward to a table with straps, you tried to pull away but it was no use, you could barely walk let alone fight right now. A swift hit to the head had you falling forward and you felt multiple hands grabbing at you and strapping you onto the table.

A bright light above you overwhelmed your senses, it made you feel like your body was on fire. The cool metal of the table felt like it was stinging your skin, you started to thrash not able to escape this pain.

“Ah there she is!”

Blood stopped in your veins and you threw your head up looking to see him. A grimace covered your face, Luke.

“What the fuck do you want with me!” You shouted. Fists banging into the table beneath you.

Luke came over to you, hand tracing up your bare legs, his touch made you feel sick, “Oh honey, I want many things from you,” he said, hand dangerously close to your core. You tried to move away but it was futile.

He lifted his hand and walked over to a nearby table, loading up another syringe, this time it was red. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment y/n. Years of my life preparing for this exact moment.” He said, flicking the cap off the needle, it clattered to the ground somewhere beside you.

“What are you talking about?” You said giving your all to hide the panic and waver in your voice.

He snarled and grabbed your throat tightly with his other hand, “I’m talking about you ruining my life!” His hand was crushing your windpipe, your body went into fight or flight as your body tried to save itself. “I got discharged because of you! I had a life and you ruined it with your lies!”

“I-di..n’t l-ie” You sputtered out.

His hand was pulled back, repulsed by your words. He leaned over you and spit on your cheek, “Yes. You. Did.” Breathless you laid there, trying to focus, your blood rushing back to your head. He smiled down at you, a sinister smirk all too telling, “But no matter.” He said nonchalantly. “I might even be inclined to thank you y/n, because of you I have found my calling.” He said, gesturing toward the variety of machines and tools in the lab.

He moved the needle over your arm, his hand clamping down keeping you still, “And now,” the needle stabbed into your arm, “my work is finished.”

Every nerve in your body felt like it was splitting in half, ripping apart and fizzling out. You couldn’t even register yourself screaming, just the pain flowing through your body. Your jaw felt like it was going to unhinge as your back arched off the table.

Luke was laughing at your pain, watching as your body tried to fight off the chemicals entering your bloodstream. “God look at you!” He shouted over your screams, “It’s working!”

Footsteps echoed in the lab as he left you down there, crying, screaming, and begging for the pain to stop.

Your mind flashed with images of your life, moments from your childhood, the guys laughing in the break room, Price finding you in the woods.

They weren’t coming.

No one was coming to save you.

Tears fell down your temples, soft splatters on the metal table. This was your new life now. Whatever was happening wasn’t a dream, you couldn’t get out.

—

Ghost sat idle in a chair, staring at the man before him. König’s blood still on his hands. He kept playing the scene out over and over again in his mind trying to mentally go back and fix it. He had run to the LZ with König, you were right behind him!

Medics pulled König off him and strapped him in and began assessing his injuries. “He’s gonna be alright.” He turned to face you but you were not there. “Ranger?”

Full panic set into his bones, too distracted by König he could have sworn you were right behind him, turning and looking back he saw Soap and Gaz running in hot to the LZ, “We gotta go!” Soap shouted as bullets flew past them, they ducked and crawled into the aircraft.

“Where’s Ranger!” Ghost shouted at the men. Both faces turned pale, looking around and then back to the building they had just narrowly escaped from.

Then he saw you, as a man came up beside you tackling you down to the ground, he started to move but Gaz and Soap grabbed him, hauling him into the helo. “She’s still out there!” He barked out.

“You won’t make it!” Soap said, hauling him into his chest and rolling back into the helicopter.

Ghost tried to jump out of the helicopter as it started up but Price got a hold of him, “Goddamnit Simon! You’re no use to her dead!”

Ghost watched as the man hit you, your head lolled to the side and the heli started to pull off. He just watched, eyes wide with fear, breathing ragged. His whole body was shaking with fear, he hadn’t felt fear like this in years. The type that consumed you and made it feel like the whole world went quiet. Soap finally let go of Ghost and his body slumped back, his hand reaching behind him to catch his fall.

Price moved in front of him, but his eyes were looking right through him. “We’re gonna get her back, son.” Price said, putting his hand on Ghost's shoulder. Price could feel SImon shaking beneath his grasp.

“Si..”

Ghost’s head snapped up at the noise, pulling him from his thoughts, he dragged a hand down his face, skewing his mask a bit. He stood moving over to König in his bed, tubes and IV’s taped to his arms. He said nothing.

König stretched his neck before moving to sit up, groaning from the pain in his side, “Scheiße.” He winced out.

“Easy, you’re gonna rip your stitches.” Ghost said lowly. Knowing that he would have to explain how he lost you.

König looked around the room, gathering himself. He looked up at Ghost, his eyes were glassy, like his body was present but mind somewhere deep within. Cold flooded over König, he knew something had happened. “Si? What’s wrong?” König said carefully, noticing the way Ghost’s jaw clenched and his hands balled into fists.

His head pulled off to the side, staring at the wall, “They took her.” He grunted out, voice wavering. He quickly coughed trying to cover it, “I couldn’t…it was too late.” He said in despair.

König let out a heavy sigh. His heart monitor started to beep at his accelerated heart rate. He quickly ripped the iv out and swung his legs over the side of the bed. “Where is she?”

Ghost backed up, handing the man his hood, he took it slipping it on. He stood, looking for his clothes, “Where. Is. She.”

Ghost looked him dead in the eyes, “We don’t know.” A moment ago König was determined to get on a plane and come get you, but with those words his mind just shut down, completely lost on what to do. He saw Simon struggling to hold it together, no doubt harboring all the guilt of not being able to recuse you. “We’ll get her back Si.”

—

2 Months.

The red vile Luke had injected you with severely fucked up the chemicals in your brain. You had this insatiable need to kill. Fully primal, like a feral dog.

Your new life wasn’t that different from your last. Wake up early, train, go to the lab, eat, sleep, repeat. Not feeling anything meant that you became more viscous. Luke reveled in the joy of his new found toy.

At first thoughts of your old team would occasionally flood back in, but the hurt they caused made you block them out. They left you, Luke told you that. No one was coming for you and he was going to save you.

When you’ve already been so far manipulated by someone it’s not hard to fall back into old habits of false trust. You started to believe him. Believe that what he was doing to you was for your own good.

7 Months.

Biting down into a man you had never seen before your teeth sank deeper into his jugular, pointed fangs easily piercing through his flesh. He was screaming, it bothered you. Begging for mercy, saying all sorts of things to try to provoke your emotions for grace.

Little did he know, there were none left to pray on.

The scientists had implanted titanium fangs over your canines, reinforced your bones with steel plates to make you almost invincible. Deep scars trailed up your shins and arms from all the work they had done to you.

Blood filled your mouth and you felt the final release of skin and muscle snapping as you pulled out the screaming man’s windpipe and spit it out off to the side. Blood sprayed from his throat onto his face as you sat up over him.

*clap…clap….clap*

“Amazing! Absolutely amazing!” Luke said with pride, watching his weapon of death. He stood beside you, hand on the back of your neck, “I always knew you would come back to me.”

You stood, wiping the dirt off your pants, looking back at Luke, no expression on your face, void of any remorse. Luke pulled out two small pills from his pocket and you grabbed them from him.

Pain exploded in your face as his hand hit you, “You know better than that mutt!”

You had dropped the pills when he hit you, hand moving to your cheek, “I’m sorry.” You said, rubbing the sting away, “Thank you.” You said, head down.

He reached up to grab ahold of your chin, forcing you close to his face, nails digging into your raw skin, “Better.” He still held onto you as he reached back into his pocket and produced two new pills. “Open.”

You opened your mouth and he dropped the pills into your mouth. You obeyed and swallowed. He finally let go, turning on his heel and walking out.

You sighed before heading back to your room to shower off the blood.

You had lost track of how many people you had been told to kill, it wasn’t always as simple as having them tied down, no, Luke had you go out on solo missions too. You would follow his enemies around, seduce them and then kill them.

He had the metal collar welded around your neck, the pain it caused could be debilitating. Sending you into a world of pain you didn’t even know existed. He told you the pills were for your own good, but you always felt so sick after taking them.

You reached your room before falling forward gripping your head, the world started to violently spin around you.

—-

The taskforce jumped out of the plane, carrying their packs, exhausted.

They had just gotten back from another mission, hoping to find some trail on your whereabouts. It had been months, all their leads coming up empty. For the first two months the base was in absolute despair. Price was constantly in his office on the phone with Laswell trying to find you. Soap and Gaz stayed in their rooms for weeks.

König was on total autopilot, still having to run a full base of military recruits. He trained, did his duties and kept away from most people.

Ghost was taking it the hardest, he had already nearly beaten 6 recruits to death since you had been gone. He was irritated, prone to lashing out and snapping at the smallest things. König had gotten used to having to hold him back when this happened.

Price stood on the tarmac, hat secured on his head next to Laswell.

The group circled around Price and her, if she was here it had to be serious. This wasn’t her command.

“Boys.” She said, greeting them.

König walked forward shaking her hand, “What brings you here?” He asked, hoping, praying to god that it was good news. He was one of the last people to still have hope.

“I need everyone to come inside, we received something last night and I think you all deserve to see it.” She said gravely.

The world seemed to get darker, looking at Price his face was stern and emotionless. Everyone followed them into the conference room, Taking their usual seats, an empty chair still seated at the table.

Laswell walked over to her computer and the projector came on. She clicked on a file and it was a video of you. The team watched as they saw a Luke injecting you with something, the scream then skipped to you writhing on the table, chained up, drool falling from your mouth as you laid there slack jawed.

The video blacked out and more video’s followed in similar fashion. Laswell clicked on another file. It was in a different room, a simple room with two chairs and a table. You sat in one and Luke the other.

You looked pale, deep purple bags under your eyes, dazed. There was a thick metal collar around your neck. Luke slid two pills over to you and you reached out for them, as your hand came up you screamed clawing at your neck.

Luke just stared, watching. “Again.” You reached forward, another zap. Tears were glossing over your eyes. “Again.”

Your body was twitching from the electric volts going through you. Persistent you reached out, ZAP! “Please! Please stop!” You cried out.

“Again.”

This time a shock did not follow and you grabbed the pills with shaking hands. You went to take them and the process repeated itself. Over and over you tried to do what he wanted. Tears now freely fell from your eyes, deep steaks staining your bruised face.

“What am I doing wrong?” You pleaded to him, not able to handle much more of this pain. More tears dropping onto the table.

Luke leaned forward, leaning his elbows on the table, “You must ask for my permission mutt.”

Shakily you held the pills in your hand, looking up at the man with wet lashes, “Please can I take these.” Your voice cracked.

The man nodded and you tested lifting your hand, already expecting pain. Your eyes were shut tight, when nothing came you peaked them open, relief flooding your body. You took them, swallowed and stuck out your tongue to show him.

“Good girl. Finally listening to your master.” He said walking over to you and kissing your cheek. The video cut after he left.

The next clip was a video of Luke himself. He was sitting in what looked like his office.

“Hello 141, I hope you enjoyed what I have turned her into. Isn’t she just marvelous,” he said smiling, completely pleased with himself. “Now I know this may be a bit shocking to you all but trust me she is much better this way. More pliant, obedient, does what she’s told.”

He paused, leaning back in his chair, “This is not a ransom video, I have all the funding in the world for my little projects, just wanted to give you an update on our little mutt. I wanted to show you what I’m capable of doing to her if I see fit. With that, if you attempt to find her, or rescue her I assure you, you won’t find it. She’s gone. What’s left of her is for me and me only.” He said staring directly into the camera. “You broke my missiles, so I took your friend and broke her.”

The screen blacked out.

The room was silent, the lights came back on, Soap had tears in his eyes after watching you break apart in front of them. Gaz had to step out halfway through. König was looking at Price and Laswell.

“Ghost?” Price asked carefully. Ghost was just watching the black screen, expecting to see more. To have something to go off of. “Si-”

“I heard you!” He snapped, turning to face Price.

Laswell stepped forward as Gaz walked back in. “I understand this is hard on you boys, it’s been hard on all of us.” She stood by Price, “We have reason to believe that she was taken and moved to a lab not too far from here.” König sat up straighter at this news.

“We are leaving in an hour, this is a rescue mission not a government mandated recall. Do you understand? No one is coming in as backup, we will be on our own.”

König glanced over to Ghost but he was already out of his seat, walking to grab his gear. Soap took a deep breath before following suit.

The ride to the location was silent, Ghost sat next to König, starring blankly. The past few months König had watched the man he loved break over and over again. He blamed himself for losing you.
Countless nights König woke up to him thrashing in his sleep, begging for you to come with him. One day Ghost finally told him that he kept dreaming of saving you and as soon as he saw you that you would turn away from him. Telling him to leave, and that all of this was his fault.

König could only do so much to help, the only redemption Ghost could have would be saving you. But he finally snapped about 2 months ago, it was your birthday and everyone was together mourning you.

He had gotten up and left, König had followed him out to the roof of the base. He sat on the edge and König feared he was going to jump. Instead he let his legs sway off the side and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one and looking out into the sky.

König sat next to Ghost, his hand resting next to Ghost’s, “I miss her too.”

Ghost swallowed the lump in his throat and bowed his head, ripping his mask off. He pitched his half smoked cigarette off the ledge and broke down. It started with heavy breathing, like he was trying to fight off the tears. König wrapped his arm around the man and held his head to his chest as Simon fully let go.

Choked sobs left his body, he gripped onto König’s shirt, “S-he’s n-not coming back.” König grabbed his face, forcing it up, “Listen to me! Fucking look Simon!” Simon glanced up through blurry eyes.

“We are going to find her.” He said wiping tears from Simon’s eyes, his own strong demeanor starting to crumble seeing his best friend fall apart. “She’s not gone damnit!”

The plane started to descend, Price’s voice came over the comms, “T-40 seconds boys.”

Gaz threw open the door, cold wind washed through the plane. Soap hooked his harness in and everyone followed suit. König spared a glance at Ghost, it was hard to see in the red lighting of the plane, shadows covered most of his face, he looked back at König. Eyes dark with rage and determination.

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You woke up dazed in your room, cell, it didn’t matter anymore, same difference. You sat up, feeling more groggy than usual, Luke must have upped your dose. Dried blood still on your hands you went to wash them as alarms started blaring outside, men rushed into your room dragging you out, “What the fuck are you doing?!” you screamed at them as they continued to drag you.

They pulled you into a room you hadn’t been in before and closed it behind you, locks clicked as they slammed it shut. You shuffled back, did you do something wrong? Were they going to leave you here? But you did everything you were told! You felt around for a light, turning it on. There were boxes of files around you. Lining the walls and stacking to the ceiling.

You started shoving the boxes around and then you saw it, a window! You hadn’t seen the outside in weeks. It was dark outside, and you could see men running around the building, firing off rounds left and right.

You stood on a box to get a better look, there were shots coming from the tree line and then you saw a truck barreling right through the main gate. The power lines exploded and blew up as the truck went through.

Then you saw men jumping out, faces covered in balaclavas, that's when you saw him.

Ghost was charging through the fence, gun firing shot after shot, taking down anyone that came at him. To his left was König, he had picked up a man and threw him into the sparking power lines to fry.

They’re here.

Your brain was lapsing, for the first time in months you felt something. A mix of anger and relief. They had come back for you. You ran to the door pounding, trying to find a way out.

“HELP!” More footsteps sounded as someone approached the door. It shoved open and you quickly grabbed the barrel of the gun poking in, yanking it down you swung yourself around the man at the door and twisted his neck. He fell to the ground and you wasted no time grabbing his gun.

You checked the hallways, people were running all over the place, you started taking out the first people you saw. A man was running at you, you knew they couldn’t kill you so you used it to your advantage, throwing your empty gun to the side and tackling the man in front of you. He tried to hold you down but you opened your mouth and your fangs sliced out and ripped into the man’s jaw ripping it off.

You tasted his blood and like a switch it turned something off in you, you craved it, needed more. Like your whole carnival need was to kill. You grabbed his gun out of his cold hands and started running to the exit.

Metal doors were sliding into place, the building was going on lockdown, the sirens persisted setting your teeth on edge. You lunged forward, managing to slide under a door before it sealed.

You knew you were on the other side of the base, you had to get downstairs and sever the panel to get out. It was the only way out of the building. You sprinted, jumping over the railing of the stairwell and landing on a crate beneath you. You were dodging tranq bullets left and right, firing them back at the soldiers.

A soldier tackled you down and you kneed him in the groin before pushing him off, he fired a bullet at you and as it tore through your skin it hit the metal plate. You let out a dark chuckle and dug the shell casing out of your bicep and grabbed the man by his throat, as you went to crush his windpipe, white hot pain flooded your system.

Your collar burned at the base of your neck shooting down your spine, screaming you fell to your knees. Futility you pried at the metal, it burned your fingers.

“You’ve been a bad girl mutt.” Someone said as their boots came into view. “Did you really think that you could escape?” The pain stopped as Luke grabbed you by the collar and started hauling you up to your feet.

He dragged you down a hallway but then you heard screaming men. Ghost kicked open a door and came running in König not far behind him.

Luke spun around aiming his gun right at your head, “Move and I shoot!” He screamed.

König and Ghost’s eyes flicked between you, the gun, and Luke. Immediately they dropped their weapons. “Just let her go and no one has to get hurt.” Ghost said darkly.

You would have dreams of them coming to recuse you in the beginning, but they had left you here to rot in a cage. Luke told you they weren’t coming, but they were here now.

Turning your head you shuffled closer to Luke, “I don’t want to go with you!” You shouted out at them. You watched as their hearts sank, your words like bullets through them.

König stepped forward and Luke tugged on your collar moving you behind him and letting go. Mistake number 1.

“Y/n please!” König begged, stopping in his tracks. You reached up to slither your hand up the side of Luke’s neck, holding him loosely. “I don’t want to go with you.” You said again.

“Damnit y/n we’re not leaving without you!” Ghost growled out, lunging forward.

Shit.

You prayed they would wait. Wait till Luke would drop his gun, but instead Ghost did what Ghost does and ran towards death.

Luke fired and as his finger pulled the trigger you grabbed his hair yanking his head back and sank your teeth into his neck, biting as hard as you could. You couldn’t stop, loosening your jaw and biting again, pulling and ripping out flesh each time. He fell to the ground and you got on top of him, straddling his body. “NO!” He yelled out as your violent attack continued. Ghost had dodged the bullet and was about to reach you as he saw the flash of metal in the flashing light.

They both watched as you ripped into his neck and your head came up soaked in blood. They saw the smile grace your lips as you spit out part of his neck.

Horrified they couldn’t move. You finally threw your head back as he was taking his last breaths. You kneeled next to him, “You wanna play our game now Luke?” You asked reaching for his belt. You quickly undid it and pulled his boxers and pants down.

His hand reached up to weakly swat at your hands, you snarled and held it down. “Now where are your manners? You always told me to have better manners didn’t you you sick fuck!” Bending down you licked up the length of his cock before swallowing it all and you looked up into his eyes. You made sure to flash the fangs at him before ripping his cock off in one clean motion.

His body lurched forward, his dying breath leaving him as you spit out the appendage on him before standing over him. “No one is coming to save you.” You said, watching his head fall to the side.

“Y/n?” Ghost said carefully, slowly. Your head whipped around and you looked at them and they looked back at you in horror, like they were looking at a stranger.

You looked back at Luke and back at them, brain finally allowing you to take in what you just did. You were choking on air, like every breath you tried to take was blocked halfway to your lungs, you felt your knees hit the concrete below you, your arm was bleeding.

König and Ghost reached for you and you flinched violently, backing away from them, good arm bracing, covering your face.

“Maus, please..” König tried, “Let us help you.” They stepped forward, kneeling down. “Come home with us schatz.”

Ghost reached his hand out to you, you flinched again. “I’m not going to hurt you y/n.”

Carefully you lowered your arm, looking at his outstretched hand. Your eyes were manic, skittering around the room not able to focus. Your chest heaving, tears falling down your cheeks.
“C-can I?” you asked fearfully, not wanting to disobey.

Ghost looked at you confused, “Can you what?”

You looked at him, pleading begging for release, “a-am I allowed?” Your whole body shook, nerves fried from the shocks.
König looked at Ghost unsure of what to do. Why were you asking permission? Permission for what?

Ghost’s heart sank, they had broken you. He had broken you. Shattered your humanity, tore down everything he could get his hands on and crushed it. “Yes.” Ghost said, speaking with strong authority.

Your hand shot up to his and he grabbed on tight, scared that if he let go you would never be found again. He helped you up and wrapped his arm around you, picking you up in his arms. With a final look at König, “Let’s go K.”

König spared one last glance at Luke’s mangled body, he had just watched you disembody before following.

König covered you and Ghost as he carried you out, dead men littered the lot outside, Ghost kept your head tucked into his chest, shielding you from as much of it as he could.

“Thank god,” Price said as he saw Ghost and König emerge from the building with you. Soap went to run to you but Price stopped him, “Wait.” He said. Soap looked back grief all over his face, his mask removed now, “We have to be careful son, she’s very well just been through hell and back.”

Soap waited patiently as Ghost and König approached, Ghost didn’t stop, pushing through everyone and taking you to the helicopter, he looked down at you, you were staring up at the stars, eyes wide. “Are we really outside right now or am I just dreaming this?”

Ghost’s hold on you tightened, swallowing deeply, “It’s real kid. You’re going home.” He was looking at your beaten form, cuts and wounds littered your body. Blood from god knows who was all over your face, neck, mattered into your hair. A shell of the girl he lost seven months ago.

He recognized the look in your eyes in the warehouse, dead, lifeless, but scared to death of something that had been ingrained into you over and over again these past months. He wasn’t new to torture, his past hiding too many scars.

He knew that you had seen the same hell he had in your own way and that you found the strength to fight through it, even if that meant losing your humanity in the process.

Nothing would ever be the same for you, but it could get better. If he could go through the torture and betrayal that he did then you would surely be blessed with pardon from whatever sick god ruled this world.

Everyone loaded into the plane silently, you had fallen asleep in Ghost’s arms the second he settled into a seat. Everyone was watching you sleep silently in his arms. König quietly slid over next to Ghost and brushed your hair off your face, revealing a deep scar across your cheek.

The ride back was tiring for everyone, months of buildup to this moment. You were finally back. After weeks of looking and being led astray by false information, coming back worn and exhausted, it was finally over.

As soon as the plane landed medics were waiting on the tarmac to get you into the med bay. Ghost was hesitant to let you go, König having to gently pry your form from his hands and lay you down on the gurney.

Immediately they rushed you inside, Ghost and the rest of the team following closely behind.
The doctors forced everyone to stay in the waiting area. They restrained you for an examination and unfortunately you had woken up right before they could start, waking up to a white room with strange faces around you, panic coursed through you again, rage, fear, and anger all came crashing in.

Your implants slotted out as you snarled at them animalistically, a doctor rushed out of the room calling for backup, Ghost and König were pacing outside the doors to the med bay and heard the commotion and busted through the doors.

They saw doctors frantically trying to sedate you as you thrashed on the table scared. Ghost slammed open the door and threw them to the side, “Hey hey calm down love, you’re okay, you’re safe.” He tried desperately to soothe you. You were absolutely frantic, pulling on the restraints. He didn’t waste time cutting them off.

Shooting up on the table you reached for someone to hurt. They were trying to trap you again, this wasn’t real, it’s a dream. “It’s a dream, I need to wake up.” You said to yourself. “Need to.. “
You got a hold of the doctor and grabbed the pen from his coat, reaching up slamming the pen into your leg before Ghost could stop you.

You watched in utter confusion as blood started to ooze out from your leg, “No.. no no no! Why am I not waking up?!”

König moved to the other side of the bed grabbing you, wrapping his hands around your arms, trapping you, your eyes went wide, “NO! Stop, please! Please. please , please I’m sorry! I’ll be good, i’ll be good I promise!” You screamed trying to break free.

Ghost turned to a doctor, “Give me something to sedate her.” He said sternly, knowing that this moment would break the little trust you had left in him right now but it had to be done, you were breaking, and spiralling. “STOP! PLEASE!” you kept shouting between sobs.

The doctor popped the cap off a syringe and Ghost grabbed it, turning to you, seeing it sent you off the walls, clawing at König as he struggled to hold you still. Ghost grabbed your arm and plunged the needle into your arm, pressing down on the top.

You slowly stopped fighting back, limbs turning limp in König’s grasp. Eyes rolling back as your head fell forward, König caught you before you fell and laid you down.

It was silent.

Price and the guys watched from the doorway in shock. Price’s hand was held over his mouth, face taught, his age for once showing. Ghost took a deep breath, “What are you all standing around for? Fucking help her!” He barked out.

Suddenly the room became busy with men and women in white coats poking and prodding at your body. König and Ghost stayed by you the entire time, forcing the doctors to work around them.

After hours, they finally finished. IV’s were put in, and a monitor on your vitals. You were placed in a room and Ghost and König sat beside you in chairs as you slept. The doctors said that you had severe nerve damage, that the nerves had severed themselves from extreme fatigue. They were able to get the collar off your neck, needing to physically cut it from your skin where it had burned into it.

Deep scars lined your neck, arms, and legs. They had uncovered the metal plating in your body upon the x-rays. The fangs had been permanently embedded into your mouth, they slotted back into themselves and seemed to be able to unsheath themselves when your brain registered fear or anger.

A second team went back to the warehouse to gather intel, they had found boxes of files on you, dating back to 7 years ago. Meticulous notes on your whereabouts and location, the plans that Luke had for you. Several psychological results during their testing.

The doctors explained what König and Ghost already knew. They had tortured you, carefully manipulated you and turned you into this horrible scared rabid person.

They had to reset several broken bones that had healed wrong, treated infected wounds, and fixed you up the best they could. They also said your reaction was normal given the new information, Ghost scoffed at that, “normal” he said bitterly to the doctor. “None of this is normal.”

König was quick to deescalate the situation, “Thank you doctor, you can leave now.” He turned quickly leaving the room.

And now it was all a waiting game. Waiting for you to wake up and face it all.

It was days before you finally woke up, Ghost and König we sleeping next to eachother, Königs head lazily resting on Ghost’s shoulder, both snoring softly. You pried your eyes open, the room was unfamiliar, but you were in a bed, the blankets were soft and flowers covered the room.

You were dazed still waking up, you remembered the Ghost carrying you out. You threw the sheets off your body, tubes lightly tapping the metal railings of the bed. You were covered in bandages, your scars peaked through the gaps, red and jagged.

You were disgusted, your body forever marked with memories you would never forget. Running your tongue you felt two sharp points still there. For the first time in forever you had woken up on your own, no one dragging you off the dirty mattress you had been sleeping on for months.

Watching Ghost and König you felt out of place, how long have they been there? You tried to sit up but immediate pain washed through you, you couldn't help but let out a yelp as the stitches all over your body pulled in different directions.

Ghost and König jolted awake, “Maus!” König gasped rushing to your side with Ghost. “Lay back down, you’re going to rip your stitches” He said, hand hovering over your shoulder not sure if touch was okay.

“M’fine.” You said, bitterly.

“Lay down.” Ghost said calmly, testing something he hoped was wrong.

As if a switch in your brain turned over, you carefully laid back down, watching Ghost intensely. König looked over at the man confused.

“How are you feeling?” Ghost asked, mentally kicking himself as soon as the words left his mouth.

“How am I feeling?” You retorted back angrily, feeling your fangs slipping out, “How the fuck do you think I feel?” You yelled. The monitor next to you began to beep faster, “I–I…” words failed you, nothing could possibly sum up what you had just lived through.

“Schatz…” König said somberly, wanting to help but there was nothing he could do.

You ran your hands over your face, shaking a bit, “How long?” you asked calmly.

“You’ve been out for a few days Maus, the doc-”

“No.” You spit back before he could finish. “How. Long.”

König stuttered, Ghost stepped in, “seven months. You were taken for seven months.”
Hearing it out loud was something completely different than just guessing. Your eyes glossed over, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “Oh..” was all you could say.

“I want to get out of here.” You said plainly. Reaching for the IV in your arm, “I feel fine, I just can’t be in this room any longer.”

Neither man stopped you, only offered help which you turned away, forcing yourself to take whatever pain you could manage.

They snuck you out of the med bay and you found yourself back in familiar halls you thought you would never see again. They let you lead, following closely behind. You didn’t go back to your room, instead went back to König’s.

The bed was unmade, almost everything in the same place since you had been taken. You gingerly sat down, melting into the comfort of familiarity. Ghost stepped out to grab you his shirt and a pair of your shorts.

“Here.” He said setting them next to you.

Your eyes were glued to the floor, “Can you turn around.” you said quietly, softly, in deep disgust at your mutilated body. They turned and you pulled Ghost’s shirt over your head, you stepped into your shorts and they slowly turned back.

Everything was so tense, it made you antsy, they were hovering over you just waiting for you to lose it again. It made you feel small, trapped again in a way. “What’s a girl got to do to get a fucking drink around here.” You said bitterly. You didn’t mean for it to come off that way but you couldn’t help it.

Ghost grabbed a couple beers from the fridge and poured himself a bourbon. You graciously accepted it from him, biting the top off and taking a long swig. God you missed this.

You had downed half the bottle before removing it from your lips. “Look, I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just want to feel normal for one night and then deal with whatever the fuck I’m going to have to go through to get through this.”

“What has two legs and bleeds?” Ghost said casually.

You looked up at him confused, “Huh?”

He took a sip of his drink, “Half a dog.” He said statically.

You couldn’t help but laugh, like it was the funniest thing in the world. A dog pun. Out of all things that’s what he went with. You held your stomach, as you felt your stitches pulling, but you couldn’t stop. “Mutt jokes, god that’s just, that’s perfect.”
Ghost sat beside you, König on your other side, “They must have done a number on you love, we both know my jokes aren’t that funny.” He said softly, letting out a humorous sigh. König was smiling under his hood, he didn’t think you would ever smile again. But in this small moment he had hope.

All three of you laid across the bed, König leaning on his arm at the foot of the bed and you and Ghost propped up against the headboard. Empty beers littered the nightstand. They filled you in on what you had missed the past months. Mission’s, gossip, their attempts to track you down.

It was hard to hear but you needed to hear it. Needed to know that they were looking for you. That they didn’t abandon you like Luke said they had. The night went on and you finally started talking more, “I didn’t think anyone was coming.” You stated somberly, “He said, you guys left me for dead. That I, that no-no one w-was coming.” Your voice broke as tears started to fall from your eyes. Ghost wrapped an arm around you, you flinched but he didn’t hesitate to pull you into him. König protectively traced his fingers lazily over your leg.

Tucking your head into Ghost, you let everything out. “I- I, e-everything i-is,” you tried to get the words out between labored breaths, “it’s all s-so fuc-ked now. I can’t get i-it back.” You finally pulled away from Ghost, wiping your tears on the back of your hand. “I can’t even tell if any of this is real.” You said laughing and crying. “I–..”

“It’s real Maus, you’re safe.” König said, holding onto your leg.

Ghost set his glass on the nightstand and looked at you, you had quieted down now, dissociated, looking at nothing in particular but staring intently. “Let’s go to bed love, it’s late.”

You nodded to yourself and he went over to the door, this made you jerk your head up as his hands reached for the door to close it fully, “Don’t!” You shouted. He paused looking back at you, slowly removing his hands, “Okay love, it’s okay–we can leave it open.”

He backed away from the door and laid down, König got up and helped you shuffle under the covers, before laying next to you. You were facing him and felt Ghost’s hand lightly touch your side, “Is this okay?” He asked tentatively.

“Yes.”

His arm snaked around you gently pressing you up against his large frame, König turned off the light and you reached for him in the dark, grabbing onto his arm as you fell asleep.

Chapter Text

Doctors were walking around the med bay, chastising König and Ghost for sneaking you out. Price had to come wake everyone up and get you back to your room. Ghost tried to argue but you silently got up and started walking back.

It didn’t take very long before they released you, telling you that all you needed was rest to recover from the injuries. Rest. You thought bitterly to yourself, how was that supposed to fix any of this.

You walked down the halls, soldiers not even trying to hide their stares. Word got out that you had been taken and tortured. People looked at you like you were a ghost, back from the dead. You wouldn’t admit it out loud but you wished sometimes that you had died back in that warehouse.

It was easier than trying to go back to what was left of your old life. Price told the task force that they were going back home today. Your bags were already packed.

Mindlessly you shut the door to your room and made your way to the plane. It felt surreal, you were only supposed to be at this base for a few weeks. Destroy some missiles and go back to base. Now it had been closer to a year, half of which you spent being poked and prodded and abused beyond belief.

You sat on the plane, normally you would have been so scared for the journey back but after everything, flying was the last of your fears. You sat at the back, the boys loading up behind you. Ghost sat across from you, always watching. It bothered you.

You had been watched 24/7 for the last seven months and all you wanted was privacy but no one would even let you walk the halls without eyes on you.

König talked to Price and they pulled some strings to let him temporarily be assigned to the task force, leaving his second in command to watch over his base. He sat next to Ghost.

“You guys don’t have to be here, I’ll be fine.” You said. Your first night back must have given them some sort of hope that you were back on track to being the person they lost. When you woke up it was like nothing had changed, wake up, med bay, orders to go do something you didn’t want to do, eat when you’re told, sleep when you’re told.

It wasn’t your fault that you had become hardened by all of it, angry, bitter. You had just survived hell and now you felt like you were in a slightly nicer adjacent to it.

“We know Maus, just wanted to be by you.” König said, always so careful.

You turned to look out the window, the plane had started taking off back towards base. “I really just want to be alone.”

König sighed defeated, before leaving, turned back to Ghost who still was intently watching you. “You coming?” König asked.

Ghost didn’t turn to look up, “Yeah I’ll be over in’a minute.”

König proceeded to sit with Gaz and Soap, you watched the plane get higher and higher not wanting to look at Ghost. Why couldn’t you just have five minutes alone.

You couldn’t stand staring anymore, quickly snapping to look at him, “What?”

Ghost saw the glimmer of silver flash as you yelled at him, he leaned forward in his seat, his elbows resting on his outstretched knees, “Isolating from this won’t help you kid.” You huffed, even more angered now. “I’m just trying to help you–”

“I don’t want your fucking help! I don’t need everyone trying to help me like I’m incapable of doing anything myself. You don’t know what I went through and you don’t know what it feels like so please just leave me alone.” Your jaw was clenched, and you felt white hot anger bubbling up inside of you, fighting the urge to rip his throat out so he would just stop talking.

You could see Ghost’s eyes darken, your outburst bothered him, you had a small bit of satisfaction knowing that you had won this battle as he got up and moved to another seat on the plane.

You spent the rest of the ride looking out the window until the plane touched land again. You got off silently, walking through familiar halls and into your room tossing your bags on your bed.

You turned the water on as hot as it would go, there was a towel on the mirror in the bathroom and a blanket over your vanity. The water burned your skin as you carefully pried off sticky bandages. Deep red scars covered your body, the bruises now turning a disgusting green color.

You had finished showering a while ago, now just standing in front of the covered mirror in your towel. Your hair was still dripping down your back. Finally you mustered the courage to rip the towel down, seeing yourself for the first time in almost eight months.

Your face was blank as you took in the damage. You lost weight, face looking slightly gaunt, cheekbones more pronounced. The scars on your neck looked uneven, darker in some spots and almost white in others.

You dropped the towel, sucking in a breath as you saw how mutilated your body had become. The cuts up your arms were almost perfectly straight, your legs too. You remember how carefully the scientists and doctors at the facility had been while they cut into you.

You could feel the metal plates against your bones when you moved certain ways, almost reopening the muscles the doctors had cut into before.

Leaning forward you opened your mouth, two metallic fangs shot out, you tasted blood as your tongue ran over the point. The taste of blood immediately sent you into a dark mindset. It made you angry, shaky, like you suddenly had all the energy in the world but nowhere to place it.

It quieted your mind, let you focus only on the taste and the essence of power it fueled in you.

The longer you stare at yourself the more you resented the body you were forced to inhabit. Like you wanted to crawl out of it and hide somewhere quiet and dark and die peacefully.

You stepped out, towel left soaking wet on the bathroom floor. Throwing on a tight black long sleeve shirt and pants you dug in your drawers. You hastily threw clothes out onto your floor as you looked for it.

Finally, tucked deep in the back of the bottom drawer were your gators. You pulled out a black one, slipping it over your damp hair and pulling it up over your nose, covering your face. Every inch of your body was covered except your hands and eyes.

Your eyes were dark, tired, showing traces of the horrors you had lived through, a scar running through your eyebrow where the scar shined in the dim light.

You walked out into the hall, knowing you had to move carefully and quickly so as to not be seen by anyone. You left the light on in your room hoping that if anyone walked by they would assume you were still in there.

You reached the garage, grabbed a set of truck keys off the wall and clicked the button and saw lights flashing as you walked closer to it. Getting in and turning on the engine you pulled out of base, reaching the gates.

The soldier manning the post looked up into the car, you flashed a badge at him and he opened the gate. The truck squealed as you turned out of the base, stepping on the gas until the pedal hit the floor. The dark roads seemed to swallow the world behind you as you drove.

Finally you reached the city, seeing lights in the distance, you pulled into the first bar you saw. Walking in and flashing your ID at the bouncer you proceeded to find a dark corner at the bar and ordered a drink.

People side-eyed you as you pushed through them, this must be how Ghost always feels you thought to yourself. The bartender set your drink in front of you, “Open or closed?” She asked, referring to your tab.

“Closed.” You said tossing a twenty on the bartop and pulling down your gator. You threw your head back downing the last few drops of your drink before setting it back down. The woman eyed you confused as you pulled your gator back up. She grabbed your empty glass and the cash and walked over to the register to finish up.

Using this time wisely you grabbed a bottle from behind the bar and got up, taking the back exit out. You lazily walked back over to the truck and popped the stopper off the top of the bottle neck.

Getting in you started the engine again, glancing at the bottle you had grabbed a half full bottle of vodka. You let the liquor wash over your tongue before throwing the truck into reverse. You found a nearby park and parked in the lot. The park was closed to the public at this hour.

Finding a picnic table you sat on top of it, bottle significantly lighter than when you had snagged it and just sat in the stillness of the night. It was late spring, the night air only slightly chilling you.
It’s a miracle you didn’t crash the truck, you felt loose.

Originally you had hoped to forget about everything, that by some act of god the vodka would make the voice in your head quiet. But now, taking another swig, you were no better off than before. Just very inebriated and still angry.

Closing your eyes and grabbing at the roots of your hair you screamed. A very painful sound left you as you pulled as tight as you could. You sniffed and looked up into the sky, clouds covered the stars and you felt hopeless.

You held the bottle in your hands, dangling it between your knees, watching the liquid rush up and down the sides of the bottle as it swayed in your grasp.

You thought you would feel a sense of closure when you killed Luke, like taking his life would be the end all to everything he had done to you. But after being used and tortured day in and day out you didn’t feel anything. The night with Ghost and König being an enigma, a fading glimpse of the old you, and the last of it.

After wallowing in your own self pity for a little while longer you picked yourself up and finished off what was left of the bottle. Stumbling to the truck you fumbled getting the keys into the ignition, finally you slotted them in, getting excited at your small triumph.

Completely juiced you swung out of the parking lot, barely managing to not hit the fencing on your way out of the park. You reached the road and started on your journey back to the base, you turned on the radio and rolled all the windows down.

Some classic rock song came on, not that you could remember the name of the song anyways, and you sang your heart out, swerving back and forth over the lines of the road. The truck skidded into the driveway of the base, music still blasting as you parked it somewhere in the garage. You sat, windows still down listening with your head back, eyes closed when you felt a hand grip your shirt ripping you out of the truck.

You stumbled before barely regaining your balance, “What the fuck,” you slurred out looking to see who grabbed you.

“Are you drunk?” The voice said above you, incredulously.

You reached a hand out to steady yourself but you reached into open air and started falling forward, two arms swiftly coming out to catch you, “Goddamn it, y/n.”

Finally looking, with blurred vision, you saw Ghost standing a few feet away and then to the man holding you.

Price.

Eyes wide you straightened up as best you could, swallowing the lump in your throat. This wasn’t good. Everything was still spinning and you suddenly felt sick, turning quickly you turned away, puking up everything in your stomach at once, someone was holding your hair back. Saying something, but the sound of your gags made it hard to make out.

“Get her inside SImon.” You managed to hear Price say, pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand.

Ghost walked over, suddenly hauling you up and over his shoulder, you growled in resistance. Ghost just huffed and kept walking, his hold tightening on you. You felt so tired, slumping further into his shoulder. “There ya’ go,” he said pushing past the doors, “always been a terrible drunk y/n.”

He brought you back to your room, and flopped you down on the bed, a disgruntled noise left you. Reaching over he turned on the light next to your bed, clothes littering the floor as he took in the room.

He moved to take off your shoes, hastily yanking off your boots in frustration. Mumbling to himself. He moved to stand over you, reaching for your jeans, his hands started to undo the top button.

Drunk out of your mind you kicked him back, he only stumbled back a foot or two, now more angry at the whole situation, “Damnit, kid.” He said looking down at you before grabbing your leg and reaching back, undoing the zipper with one hand.

Your eyes wide, fight or flight kicking in you, scrambling back into the corner of your bed, “plea..se don't, m’sorry, I- I won’t, I won’t” his hold on your leg pulled you back down the bed. He leaned over you.
“It’s been a long day kid, it’s 4 in the fuckin’ mornin’ I’m tired and I really don’t want to deal with all this right now so just let me fucking help you damnit.” Ghost was seething, he went looking for you shortly after you escaped and no one could find you for hours until the cameras picked up you riding into the garage.

Frankly, he was sleep deprived, exhausted, angry at a lot of things and in desperate need of a cup of coffee.

He kept trying to get your pants off not understanding what you were slurring. He finally got a hold of the waist of your jeans and you went off the rails, in a flash you were grasping around his neck, squeezing hard.

His hands flew to his neck trying to pry your hands off, your nails were digging through the fabric of his mask and starting to piercing through the skin, “Jesus!” he said, finally grasping your hands and pinning you down, hands on either side of your head. You struggled beneath his hold, “Fucking Stop!”

Your body went slack under him, all movement stopped entirely other than your chest rising and falling quickly, your lip started to quiver and tears brimmed your wide eyes watching him. “Please,” you said between gasps of air, “Please. I don’t want to, I don’t want to do it, please don’t make me.” You begged.

His brows furrowed in confusion, “Do what? You’re not making any sense right now kid.” Tears started falling down the sides of your cheeks, wetting your face more and more as they fell. You didn’t say anything just laid there still, begging him.

Ghost looked down at your jeans, half off your hips when it hit him, “Oh god, no. No, no I’m not going to,” He let go of you instantly, sitting up, “I wasn’t trying to do that love.” He said.

You looked back at him unsure, “Promise?” You asked. Voice barely audible.

Ghost was so full of anger, figuring out that that son of a bitch probably raped and abused you amoungst all the other torture, he was seeing red and it took every ounce of strength in him to not lose it, “Promise.” He said.

He sat next to your bed until you fell asleep, still in your clothes before sneaking out of your room. He paced back and forth in the halls trying to calm down. Absolutely infuriated at everything and anything. That’s where König found him, pacing back and forth in front of your room at 5 in the morning, muttering soft curses to himself.

Ghost’s eyes snapped to König, briskly walking over to him, “I wish she never killed that son of’a bitch, he–he should have all of what he did to her done to him. I would have–”

König gripped Ghost’s arms, “What’s going on?”

Ghost shrugged him off going back to pacing and muttering, “He just took her and he..”.

“Ghost.”

His head whipped around, “What!”

König just silently turned and walked down the hall a bit before walking into Ghost’s room, leaving the door cracked.

Ghost followed, grabbing König by the collar of his uniform, “Now I have to deal with your shit too, huh?” He said getting close to König’s face. König just reached up and pulled his hood off. “What are you going to do about it?” He said, smirking.

Ghost threw him onto his bed, grunting as he reached for König’s belt then his own.

König understood Ghost more than Ghost liked to admit. He knew when to push, and when to pull. After years of this game König considered himself an expert at the long game. He undid his jeans and pulled Ghost down to him, Ghost reaching out a hand to catch himself as König ripped off his mask.

Ghost kissed him hard, rough, biting and grinding into the man beneath him. König kept a hand on Ghost’s neck, meeting his aggression while his other hand went down to palm at Ghost’s hardening cock. Ghost let out a grunt of satisfaction.

Ghost pulled away to take off his pants, König doing the same, standing to kiss Ghost again.

Ghost’s hands grabbed and pulled at König’s skin, manhandling him before shoving him down to his knees, “Open.”

Ghost was always very to the point when he was in a fit like this, König obeyed opening his mouth as Ghost slipped his rock hard cock into König’s mouth and began shallowly thrusting it into his mouth.

König swallowed every inch he got, hollowing out his cheeks, grabbing onto the backs of Ghost’s thighs for support, bobbing his head as Ghost gripped his hair forcing his cock down his throat. König could taste Ghost’s precum leaking from his tip as Ghost pulled out of his mouth, forcing his head back.

“Bed. Now.” Ghost said, stepping back, letting König get up. He wasn’t even fully comprehending how deep he was in his own mind from his anger, refraining from anything but what was required to satiate the growing need in his cock.

König moved over to the end of the bed laying back as Ghost crawled on top of him, spitting onto his hand Ghost moved to circle König’s ass, before sliding a finger in, he kissed and sucked and bit into the soft flesh of König’s neck, leading the man to let out a whimper.
“Feeling needy pup?” Ghost picked up his pace, making König thrust back into Ghost fingers, desperate for more, Ghost immediately slapped him across the face, grabbing his jaw and stopping, “We are doing this on my terms, don’t forget who’s in charge here.”

König nodded in Ghost’s grasp before Ghost continued, moving to stroke König’s length as he pressed into him with his fingers at a bruising pace. König was breathing deeply, grunting at the sensation.

Ghost gripped his hips and flipped the man over onto his knees, stroking his aching cock a few times before thrusting into him all at once. Both men let out deep moans.

Ghost pulled out slowly before slamming back into his ass, König was gripping the bed cover, “fühlt sich so gut an, verdammt.”

Ghost quickened his pace, feeling his climax slowly approaching, he had been so pent up. König reached a hand back between his legs and started playing with Ghost’s balls, Ghost’s hips rocked into König at the feeling, he growled out praises, leaning over König’s back and biting into the flesh of his shoulder blades.

König yelped as Ghost stroked his cock as he pounded into him, “Fuckin’ deseperate pup, needed a good fuck to remember who’s in charge.” König was moaning into the sheets as Ghost picked up his pace, his orgasm approaching König's too.

“Si…Simon, fuck….”

Ghost stood up, placing a foot on the edge of the bed and pulled König’s hips to meet his thrusts, they were deep, “Go on then, come on my fat fucking cock.”

That pushed König over the edge, whimpering out German curses as he came around Ghost’s, his walls tightening and sending Ghost over the edge too, milking out thick ropes of cum into his ass.

They were both breathing hard, Ghost pulled his cock out of König slowly, watching as his cum leaked out of the man’s ass.

König collapsed on the bed, looking back at Ghost, “Feel better?” He said breathlessly.

Ghost huffed, “Guess I needed that.”

It had been a few weeks since your little stunt. Price had called you into his office and talked with you. He made you go to therapy twice a week, you didn’t really have a say in the matter.

You had kept to yourself, isolation was your best friend. You had been cleared for training again and you were almost back up to your old physique. All your physical wounds had healed as best they could.

Laswell had special doctors come in to run tests on you to see how your brain had been hotwired, you were still very bitter. Apparently, the pills they had given you from the lab evened you out and kept you in control, without them, little things that bothered you would highly upset you and send you into a violent spiral.

You couldn’t help it, even before being taken you would fly off the handle and do stupid things, but now, it was dialed up to eleven at the drop of a pin.

You stayed away from Ghost and König the most, and they tried everyday to get the “old you” back. You had been acquaintances, then friends, then something more than friends, and back to strangers.

You didn’t hate them, not deep down, but it was just easier to forget everything about your old life and accept the new one. Everything Ghost did just bothered you, and König–he didn’t bother you but he was just too gentle with you.

You were so sick of everyone walking on eggshells around you, pulling their punches in training, asking “how are you feeling?” or “Is that okay with you?” you just wanted to be normal.

Kicking learned habits had been harder than you expected, after being treated like a dog you had learned commands. Stop. Stay. Kill. When someone told you to do it, you physically couldn’t stop yourself. Expecting horrible things if you disobeyed it.

You spent a lot of time at the range when no one was awake, almost becoming nocturnal to have some space. Everyone was hesitant to let you get back into the swing of things so early but you needed it. Needed something familiar. Something to make you feel useful.

You unloaded the magazine of your pistol and clicked in another, emptying the clip you looked at your work. You took down your practice paper and tossed it, heading back to the armory to put away your gear. Ghost was sitting on the bench cleaning his gun, “Can’t sleep?” You asked, setting your case on the workbench and putting away your gun.

He kept cleaning his rifle, “Something like that.”

Your isolation took a toll on Ghost, he was always the one pulling away when things got too close for comfort, but to have someone do that to him threw him off. Made him more reserved and guarded. König was one of the only people he would regularly talk to these days other than Price.

You let out a hum of acknowledgement, shutting your locker and feeling for your cigarettes, “Hey, can I bum a cig? Must have forgotten to grab mine.”

Ghost looked up from his gun, “I don’t smoke.” He said in all seriousness.

“C’mon I don’t feel like stealing one of Price’s cigars tonight, I just want one.” You said back.

Ghost grunted and pulled out his pack, tossing you one with his lighter, “Thanks.”

You had gotten into the habit of sneaking out to the range, doing your thing, and then going up to the roof to smoke. It was your own little ritual, something to keep you grounded.

Truth be told, you had fallen asleep on the roof too many times to count, waking up as the sun came up over the horizon. You sat up against the wall, lighting up and breathing in the smoke. You tossed the lighter to the side and looked out into the world in front of you.

You were halfway through your cig when you heard the door open, heavy footsteps approached you before you saw Ghost sit next to you. You were slightly annoyed with the intrusion to your little safe haven, but all was forgiven when he placed another cigarette next to you and lit his own.

You both sat in silence for a long time before he finally spoke, “I heard you last night.” He said, flicking the ash off his cig on the ledge.

“Sorry for waking you up.” You said, striking your next cig.

“Same one?” Ghost asked.

You let out a sigh, “One of them.” You pulled your jacket tighter around you. Ghost hummed.

He blew out a big cloud of smoke, “Personally, I think the fangs are kind of neat.”

You finally turned to him, thrown off guard, no one had really mentioned any of your recent modifications till now, “Excuse me?” You weren’t offended, you just never thought of them being ‘neat’.

“Gives you an advantage that no one else has, and with how you run your mouth they’re fitting.” He said looking back at you. Silence passed and you both went back to looking out into the woods behind the base, “Did it make you feel better, killing him?”

God he was being bold tonight, after weeks of minimal conversation to asking about something like that, he always knew how to knock you off your guard.

You fiddled with the lighter in your hands, snapping it on and off, “Not really, if I’m being honest. I thought it would, like it would fix everything but at the end of the day it didn’t really make me feel much of anything.”

Ghost tossed his third cigarette off the side of the building, “I thought it would fix it too.”

Looking over at him confused, “What do you mean?”

He leaned back on his hands, you had to crane your neck over your shoulder to look at him, “There’s still a lot you don’t know about me kid.”

You let out a frustrated huff, “It’s not like you ever talk about anything personal anyways Ghost. How am I supposed to know anything?”

He sat back up, running his thumb over his glove, “A little while back I was working with a different team, in America. Mission went south and we got captured. They tortured me for months.” He pulled up his shirt revealing a deep scar in his chest, “Got hung by my ribs for days during it,” he said then pulled his shirt back down. “He wasn’t satisfied with that so he put me in a coffin and tried to bury me alive before I got out and made it back to the states.”

You sat there, chest heavy with the information Ghost just told you, “Oh.” Was all you could come up with.

Ghost pulled out another cig, popping one in his mouth and then offered another to you which you accepted. Biting your tongue was never your strong suit and even after everything that never changed, “I can’t help but hate you all right now.”

Ghost only faltered for a moment, but you caught it, a brief pause before letting the smoke fall out of his mouth, “And why’s that?” He said, only slightly disgruntled with your outspoken word choice.

You felt your fangs starting to poke into your bottom lip, pain pricking the sensitive flesh, “No one thinks less of any of you guys when something bad happens. But the second I get hurt, or something happens, or I cross a line I know damn well you all have crossed before too–it’s like all hell breaks loose and I just–” your words die off, air leaving your lips with everything you couldn’t get out. The anger, the hurt, the frustration.

You flicked the half smoked cig out into the air, “I’m not a fucking child, I’m a grown woman and I can’t help what happened and I just wish everyone would stop trying to fix me.”

You saw Ghost’s head drop down, knowing that he was a part of what you just said. You felt your throat getting tighter, jaw clenched, voice desperate with emotions you couldn’t place, “I’m just so goddamn angry all the time.”

“I know.” Ghost said quietly, it wasn’t that he was scared of you but that he knew what that felt like. Being constantly held back by rage that would never quite settle neatly into the corners of your mind.

Chapter Text

Price sat at the head of the table, Laswell had given him intel on a possible drug trafficking ring linked with the same experimentation that happened to you. He hesitated in letting you sit in on the briefing but you were adamant about getting back into things.

His soft spot for you was one of his greatest weaknesses.

“We have reason to believe that there were other test subjects in other labs across this area,” he said, pointing to a highlighted area on the screen, “If our intel is correct there should be at least 2-3 subjects in the building.”

He walked over to the screen, everyone watching his movements carefully as he walked off to the side of the display, a light blue haze covering his features, “This is a rescue mission but we have kill authority should it be necessary. Wheels up in an hour boys.”

You stood and filed out with the rest of the team to grab your kit, quickly fitting it with your weapons.

The trucks were lined up outside the hanger, the afternoon sun making you sweat a bit in your gear. No one had spoken up about your clearance on this mission but wayward concerned glances were present.

With your gator settled over your nose you sat quietly, letting the truck loll your body as it passed over uneven ground to the location.

The building looked relatively normal, and could almost be mistaken as an office building. Price noted that it shouldn’t be heavily guarded but there might be a few soldiers and scientists left in the building monitoring the subjects.

The thought of it all made you sick with rage.

The doors opened and you jumped out, eyes struggling to adjust to the bright sun, your head was on a swivel, footsteps light and quick. This felt good, practiced precision at its finest.

Soap rigged up a small explosive to the exterior wall of the building before running back to light it up.

As soon as the wall collapsed the team moved in, Ghost and König leading this mission, guns raised and eyes open. Moving quickly through the building as Price fed you all instructions to the lab through your comms, you didn’t run into anyone.

Finally at the lab doors Ghost fired a round through the lock making the sealed doors slide open. Men in white coats looked up in horror as the task force flooded in. They immediately flew back, hands high in the air, König and Soap keeping their guns up in case they tried anything.

You and Ghost moved around the room before you saw a far wall with metal caged doors, running over you found 2 men and a woman each cramped into their own confinement. Looking down at them felt surreal, seeing each with similar metal collars around their necks.

They all cowered as far back as they could, you raised your gun quickly taking care of the locks on each cage as you and Ghost moved to help them stand. Gaz came over to move them back to the trucks, Soap helping him.

You walked back over to the scientists, “Who do you work for?” Ghost said, walking up to the taller one.

He moved to step back but stumbled into a tray full of tools, knocking it over behind him with a crash, “I–I don’t k-know!” He rambled out, eyes wide as Ghost got closer.

“What do you mean you don’t know?” Ghost said, pinning the man against the wall by his throat.

The man flailed in Ghost’s grasp, “We..d-don’t know…any..thing.” His skin was drained of color by the time Ghost released his hold stepping back next to König and you.

You watched, your anger threatening to spill over as you looked around the lab, some things looked familiar and flashes of your time captured ran violently through your head. You felt your nails scraping down your palms.

The other man spoke up, “we don’t know who runs this lab, we are privately contracted through a different company, I swear.” He said, his voice getting progressively more shaky as he tried to explain the situation.

“Let’s take them in.” König said, looking right over the top of your head at Ghost who grunted in agreement.

“Please don’t kill us!”

Kill.

As if a switch turned on in your brain you felt your body ignite with white hot fire. They had the audacity to beg for their lives after taking the lives of those three people. To manipulate their brains to the point of wiping them clean of any reasonable sense of function.

Your feet moved faster than your brain as you lunged at the shorter one, pinning him to the ground, your legs straddled over his hips. He tried to push you off but you quickly shot a round through his abdominal, spraying blood onto yourself and him from the close-range assault. He cried out in pain, lurching forward giving you access to grab him by his hair and force his head back.

You didn’t hesitate to plunge your teeth down into his jugular, his blood filling your mouth and soaking your gator as it ran down your neck.

You dropped him lifelessly down to the ground, standing over him and turning to look at König and Ghost. Their eyes were hard, and guns pointed slightly down to your right side as you stepped over your victim.

Noise flooded back into your ears slowly as you wiped the blood off your face with the back of your hand.

“What is wrong with you!” Ghost bit out. “This was a rescue mission.” He shouted over the other man’s cries as he shook with fear.

You looked back at them, a dazed expression in your eyes, it felt like time had just warped before your eyes. You looked back at them and then down at the man. You saw where you had stood before, and now you were covered in another man’s blood halfway across the room.

“Ranger” König said lowly, “Get. Out.”

He had never used that tone with you, you had never heard him speak like that to anyone. Moving closer to them you passed between them as you walked out the door toward the entry point of the building.

You walked out into the sunlight and saw Gaz and Soap closing the door to a truck with what you expected held the subjects as the truck sped off.

They turned to you concern crossing their features as you approached them. “Are you hurt?” Gaz said worried as you finally got close. They crowded you instantly looking for any visible injuries.

Soap looked over your shoulder and saw König and Ghost walking out of the building with the taller scientist, hands restrained with ties.

“Get in the truck now!” König barked at the three of you, Gaz looking over to Soap confused at his hostility.

“What happened to the other–” Gaz started but König didn’t let him finish, sending a menacing glare towards him that silenced him instantly. They all stared down at you now, you had moved to sit on the flooring of the truck's open door.

Ghost hauled the scientist into a separate truck, throwing him harshly into the back, “Soap, Gaz, take him in.

“Wha’ in the hell happened in’ere?” Soap questioned, frustrated at the rank card being pulled on him and Gaz. Both being left in the dark.

Ghost slammed the doors of the truck and turned to Soap, “Just get in the fucking truck John.” He yelled.

Soap scoffed and walked over with Gaz, sparing one last look at you, your elbows resting on your knees, looking down.

You heard the tires spin in the dirt as Gaz and Soap left, then you saw two pairs of boots in front of you.

“Do you have any idea what you just cost us?” Ghost said angrily, “You just blatantly killed him Ranger. What if he had more information?” He was furious.

You saw his boots walk off, now only König stood in front of you as Ghost paced back and forth.

“Get in the truck Ranger.” König bit out, moving to sit in the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him.

You shuffled up into the back seat of the truck by yourself as Ghost shut your door before getting in the driver's seat and turning on the truck.

The drive was silent all the way back to base. Both men sat radiating anger, Ghost was driving like a maniac. You nearly fell into the door when he finally whipped around the gate and back onto the base.

They both got out hastily, leaving you in the back as they walked back in through the garage. Finally forcing yourself to move you stepped out and walked back to your room, shedding your gear and clothes.

You were so mad at yourself, mad for losing control, mad that you couldn’t stop yourself. Angry at the way they yelled at you.

The water was scalding hot as you stepped into the shower, watching as the water turned red at your feet. Later on you heard your phone ping.

Price: My office, now.

You dragged a hand down your face, huffing. Great.

*knock* *knock*

You stood at Price’s door, your damp hair dripping onto your black t-shirt.

“Come in.”

Turning the handle and stepping in, the first thing you noticed was König and Ghost standing at either side of the room while Price was leaning against the front of his desk, arms crossed. “Sit.”

You walked over and sat in the only chair set out in front of them. Ghost and König also had their arms crossed, they hadn’t changed out of their kits yet making them look even more menacing from the shadows.

Price’s face was tight, brows knitted. Your stomach turned in knots. “I’m cutting you off.” He said curtly.

Your eyes widened, “You can’t–”

His hand went up, “you have no room to talk right now kid.” He scolded. “You are being put on temporary leave. You clearly don’t have everything under control right now and you cost us valuable information.”

“Sir–”

“It’s already done, don’t fight me on this.” You sink into your chair at his words, the air becoming scarce in the room. “You, Ghost and König will be going off base for a while.” His arms uncrossed as he moved to sit at his desk.

“I can go by myself, I don't need fucking babysitters.” You said bitterly.

Price’s eyes shot up to you, “Do you think you’re in charge here missy? I am your captain and this is an order.” He said leaving no room to comment. “Go pack up your things and get out of my office.”

The chair you sat in let out a terrible screech as you forced it back as you stood, storming out of Price’s office.

Price let out a long sigh after you were out of earshot, “You boys better know what you’re doing here,” his hands coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Ghost didn’t answer but instead just silently walked out of the room, König following.

Chapter Text

You slammed your bedroom door shut, the sound vibrating off the walls at your force. You hastily pulled your top dresser door open, accidentally forcing it open too hard and yanked the entire drawer out. It fell, slamming into your shin.

“FUCK!” You yelled out, so overstimulated and upset at everything. It felt like you had no control over your own life anymore, no, just a dog. A dog obeying orders.

Looking at your clothes sprawled out across your floor you couldn’t move just absently stood there silently watching the world shift in and out of focus.

“Y/n?”

Your head whipped around to see Soap standing in your doorway, a look of concern crossing over his features at the scene in front of him. “Are you..” he trailed off, catching himself, he shifted his weight, “I jus, I heard you yell.” His hand came up to uncomfortably rub at the back of his neck.

You felt your face pull taunt, that flush of heat rise in your chest before taking a deep breath, sighing, “Pulled too hard and it fell, I’m good.”

Soap’s hand fell back to his side, he looked at the clothes on the ground and back to you. You knew he wanted to ask, to push and to prod but he was holding himself back–being careful.

You turned and bent down grabbing a handful of shirts into a duffle, “Price put me on leave for a bit, don’t know how long. That’s all I know right now.”

This made Soap stand straight up, confusion raising his brow, “What?” he said, exacerbated. “Leave? For what? I mean König and Ghost were pissed after the mission but we never were told why.”

Roughly shoving various belongings into your duffle you just shook your head laughing to yourself, “Becuase Johnny,” your tone tipping over into something awfully bitter, “I’m too fucked up, they want a nice trained solider and they got stuck with a fucking mutt.” You pulled on the zipper but it was caught, “Goddamnit!” You kept pulling but it wouldn’t budge.

Johnny stepped over to pull the duffle out of your hands and you lunged at him but he anticipated it, putting a hand out to hold you back, his eyes soft. He set the duffle on the bed and pulled it shut.

He stood there looking at you and you felt helpless once again, utterly useless and damaged beyond repair. The bed dipped under your weight as you settled, arms resting on your knees and your head in your hands.

You felt him sit next to you, his weight making you lean slightly towards him, “I don’t know what's all goin’ on in your head right now bonnie but I’ll be here if you need me.”

Two shadows slid over your feet, “Grab your stuff we’re leaving.”

It was Ghost. You didn’t look up but felt Johnny get up and leave silently. You stayed still, the floor of your room blurry. You pushed up off your knees grabbing your duffle and slinging it over your shoulder before pushing past Ghost and König into the hallway, bag hitting Ghost on your way out. You heard an angry grunt at the action but you didn’t have it in you to care.

You stopped walking when you got to the garage, footsteps echoing behind you before König and Ghost appeared in front of you, walking up to a black truck and getting in. You eyed the open bay, silently weighing your odds of just running out and never looking back.

That thought was quickly diminished when you looked back at the truck and saw Ghost staring at you in his mirror, just waiting for you to do something like that.

Walking up to the truck you threw your duffle into the back and crawling into the truck. No turning back now, you thought to yourself.

Ghost threw the truck into drive before turning out of the garage and pulling out onto the road leading off base.

“Where are we going?” You asked, interrupting the silence. They didn’t answer, König only moved to recline his seat back and pull his hood down further over his eyes.

You huffed, upset before turning to rest your legs across the backseat, head leaning against the seat. The truck pulled back and forth, rocking you into a restless sleep.

You woke up to a door closing, you flinched at the inside lights of the truck, it was dark outside.
“C’mon Maus,” König said, turning to look back at you in the backseat. It was the first time either one of them had spoken to you like a person since the mission.

You stretched out your limbs and craned your neck to the side, it was stiff from being bent for lord knows how long. You turned, putting your feet on the floor as König got out of the passenger seat. You stepped out of the truck to see Ghost and König standing with their duffles and yours at the back of the truck. “Where are we?” you asked, looking around.

Trees surrounded the area, civilization was nowhere in sight. It was so dark that you could see the stars clearly, meaning that you were somewhere deep in the woods. You turned to look at them again before barely being able to make out a structure behind them but it was too dark to fully make it out.

They started walking towards it and you followed, the truck flashing its lights as Ghost clicked the lock behind his head before tossing the keys to König.

They walked up to the building, you could tell now that it was a house, the closer you got you could see tall glass walls outlining the top floor, strong wood beams. You almost found it comical that they dragged you all the way out into the middle of nowhere to stay at the Cullen’s house.

Ghost opened up a small black box on the side of the door and punched in a code, you heard a series of locks move before he pushed up the door and turned the lights on.

Shock came over you, the house was gorgeous. A mix of dark oaks and black. It was fully furnished and clean. A large kitchen to your right and an even bigger living room to the left with a massive flatscreen over the mantle of a fireplace.

Ghost moved through the space with ease, tossing the bags on the table by the kitchen, König moving straight to the kitchen, setting the keys down on the counter and grabbing a beer out of the fridge, it disappeared under his hood before you heard a pop and a cling as the cap fell onto the counter, his head tipping back as the amber liquid disappeared beneath the hood.

You stood dumbly by the door not really knowing what to do, feeling out of place.

You turned back to see König looking at you, “Take a seat, Maus.” He said, gesturing to the oversized couches in the den.

You sat down, moving your legs to rest on the cushions, leaning against the arm of the dark grey couch. It was soft, plush and you could only assume it was ridiculously expensive. Gosh, Price really is going all in on this, you thought. Everything in this house felt massive, your legs didn’t even touch the floor when you sat down.

König dropped slowly into another grey chair across from you, setting his beer on the metal table next to him. You watched small beads of condensation roll down the side of the bottle and disappear into the coaster it sat on.

König sat with his legs spread wide, slightly slouched into the chair, the warm light of the lamp splaying across his hood, his green eyes tinted ever so slightly to look golden. His gaze on you was making you feel like prey, watched from the shadows while the predator was waiting for the right moment to kill.

Footsteps on the wood floors snapped you out of your trance, Ghost came into view holding a small rocks glass filled with dark bourbon. He stood next to König, looking even more menacing with König sitting. He had his mask pulled up to his nose and took a sip of his drink before handing it to König to place next to his beer, their eyes never leaving you.

You watched as Ghost’s eyes traveled down your body to your legs, his head tilting and his brow lighting slightly under the mask, his tone low, “You see your filthy boots?” Your head dropped to look at them confused, “Get them off my couch. Now.” he said like a growl.

Your head snapped back up to him, “Your couch?” You asked incredulously.

Ghost let out a small chuckle as König necked his beer, “Yes kid, my couch.”

You looked around at the space, everything was so clean, calculated, dark how did you not put it together? “Is this your house?” you asked meekly, feeling embarrassed that you didn’t realize it sooner.

Since when did Ghost have a small mansion just hidden in the woods??Does the guy even use it?

Your mind was reeling when a strong grasp wrapped itself around your ankle and shoved your legs over the end of the couch. You angrily sit out, “that was fucking rude!”

*Smack*

Your hand flew up to your face, a dull pain blossoming over your cheek. “So is putting your dirty boots on my furniture sweetheart.” He was smirking, looking down at you, only a foot or two away from you. Close enough to see how the scar across his lip pulled as he smiled.

Ghost leaned in close to you, you could see the stubble peppering his jaw, König stood up, moving to stand behind you, arms leaning against the back of the couch behind you.

You were trapped between these massive walls of muscle and man, you sunk further into the cushions.

Ghost hovered in front of you menacingly but god was it erotic. You were torn, feelings about both of them clashing and fighting for the light. “Do you know why you’re here?” He asked.

You huffed annoyed, “Yeah because Price thinks I need babysi—”

*Smack*

“Ghost what the fuck!” You felt König’s hands on your shoulders holding you back slightly as you went to retaliate. Ghost’s eyes growing darker, “Do you know why you’re here?”

You felt your fangs sliding down, anger radiating off you, “Fuck you!” you spit out.

Wrong choice.

König’s hand moved seamlessly from your shoulder to your hair, pulling it from the base of your crown and yanking it back, making you let out a yelp, slamming your body further into the couch, neck straining to look at the man above you. His hood was hanging down as he pulled your head impossibly further.

You stared wide eyed at him as he calmly spoke, “It is in your best interest to behave Maus.” His voice was low and smooth, almost coming out as a growl. His grip slowly loosened and you sat up again, resisting the urge to run your hand over your sore neck.

Ghost had moved to stand at his full height, his eyes oddly calm, “Now then,” he said rolling his jaw, “do you know why we’ve brought you here y/n?”

Your heart was beating hard in your chest, pain still lingering in your cheek and neck, “No.” You said back.

You could feel the presence behind you leave, seeing König sit back in his seat as Ghost sauntered over to the mantle, grabbing his drink from König in the process. He carefully lifted the glass finishing his drink before pulling his mask down with his glass.

“I’m going to say this once, do you understand?” Ghost asked.

You nodded and Ghost shot König a glance before moving on, “We know you’ve been through hell the past few months.” He paused, like he was trying to find the right words, “No one holds what happened to you against you kid..but,” he said walking over to a chair adjacent to König’s, “your behavior has gotten out of hand.”

You felt your blood starting to burn under your skin, another fucking lecture, great.

“König, Price and myself felt it was in your best interest to take some time off, get off base for a while. So, while you’re here you will listen to König and I, you will follow orders and you will be punished if you break the rules.” He put his hands behind his head, leaning back and looking at you through half lidded eyes.

You couldn’t hide the scowl on your face, they had to be fucking with you, right?

“The quicker you get that through your pretty little head the easier it’ll be.”

König stood, grabbing his bottle and Ghost’s glass and headed to the kitchen, “Go to bed Maus, it’s been a long day.” He said as he set the glass in the sink.

You indignantly slid further into the couch, crossing your arms over your chest, “M’not tired.” You said rather childishly. Ghost looked past you and before you could even register what was happening König was behind you once again hauling you off the couch under your arms before tucking his arm under your knees and leading you both down a dark hallway.

He only held you tighter as you thrashed in protest. He kicked open a door at the end of the hallway and laid you on the massive bed. “Bathroom is over there,” he said pointing to a door on the left, “Now schatz, please just go to bed, Ghost and I will be in later, your stuff is in the dresser.”

He turned to leave, “König wait!” He paused, turning to look over his shoulder, “Hmm?” He said.

“What do you mean you’ll be in later?”

König let out a soft chuckle, “Do you think Ghost has extra rooms for visitors Maus?” With that he left.

You were left sitting in the middle of Ghost’s massive bed, black silk sheets and a matching black comforter. His room was simple, a large metal bed frame, drawers under the bed, nightstands, two lamps, and a huge glass wall where you could see out into the surrounding woods. It was so ‘Ghost’, clean, simple, and somehow cozy.

Sliding off the bed you carefully walked over to the dresser and saw all of your clothes now folded nicely in the drawer. Part of you felt it was slightly invasive that Ghost had put your things away, all of your things.

God y/n don’t be such a pussy, you had sex with the man! He’s seen your underwear before.

Pulling out a large tshirt and shorts you moved into the bathroom to change. The bathroom was massive, and just as expensive looking as the rest of the house. You know you made good money doing this line of work but Ghost was a Lieutenant, lord knows how big his paychecks are.

The shower has glass doors and several shower heads mounted in various spots, dark green tiling and a remote to control it all. You glanced at yourself in the mirror, you still hadn’t showered from the mission and frankly, if you were going to be stuck here might as well get comfortable.

Setting your clean clothes on the counter you stripped out of your dirty ones tossing them in a pile by the door and stepped into the shower.

It was so open, easily being able to fit several people in it at once. You looked down at the control pad fussing with the buttons for a moment before warm water washed over you, starting to fill the room with steam.

You tilted your head back letting the water wash out the dirt and grime from your hair. Looking for shampoo you spotted a black bottle and lathered it into your hair. You eventually finished, but not before messing around with the setting a bit.

You stepped out grabbing a towel from the rack and changed moving back into the mainroom before crawling into the large bed and laying a towel over the pillow. Exhaustion was catching up with you but everything smelled like Ghost and you couldn’t deny that there was a small comfort in it.

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König walked back into the living room, Ghost still sat with his hands behind his head but his eyes were closed, “You with me Riley?” König asked softly, not wanting to disturb the man if he was truly asleep.

Ghost’s eyes slowly peeled open with a grunt. König sat on the couch with his arms spread over the back, “You didn’t have to hit her twice,” König mused.

Ghost shrugged his shoulders sitting up, “she was pissin’ me off.”

König gave him a disapproving look before leaning his head back against the couch and looking up at the ceiling, “there are other ways to get your point across Riley. Took you a while to behave if I remember correctly.”

Moments passed before either man spoke, “God, how long has it been since we were here?” Ghost asked, looking around as if recalling memories only the walls knew.

König’s head rolled to the side, looking around as well, “Gott, it must have been after that shitshow in Iraq.” Ghost just grunted in agreement.

They sat in the room in comfortable silence before turning in. Ghost carefully opened the door seeing you passed out on the center of the bed, your wet hair laying against the grey towel. He sat in the plush car against the wall looking out into the forest.

Truth be told Ghost had bought this house years ago, designed it from the ground up. No one knew of it but him, Price, Laswell and König. It was the only place in the world that he felt the edge of danger tilt off.

Ghost never saw himself having nice things after his childhood, never envisioned doing or having anything to his name. A simple cot would suffice if it meant a mission in the morning.

But things changed after König.

He didn’t know what to call it then, something more than a teammate, something less than forever. Ghost knew that it was foolish to ask for forever in his line of work and he never crossed that line. Then the cabin happened and he was thrown so far from what he thought he knew about himself it scared him.

He pushed it as far away as he could but König wouldn’t budge. Fucking brute. König knew Ghost and Simon, something very few people had the privilege to know.

König was the balance in Ghost’s life, someone who could handle the rage and the pain that he went through, someone who had been in situations where there was no way out, no hope, someone who had experienced what it was like to lose yourself over and over until there was very little left of yourself to cling to.

König was never scared of “Ghost,” he knew right away that Ghost was just the product of a fucked up world–a man forced to persevere through hell more than once. König had been there a few times too.

It was all the little moments between them that allowed König to see Simon as not a separate person to Ghost but an equal. For every wound he stitched up, every late night cigarette, the times they just sat peacefully in the sun in a country where it never shines–just enjoying warmth and the brief moments of normality. Ghost chose to share that with König. He never would say it, no, a simple nod in the direction Ghost wanted him to go. A cig placed in front of him while Ghost walked toward the door.

The way Ghost took the time to make sure König was ready, soft kisses down his spine, setting his hood neatly by the side of the bed.

König was never shy of his sexuality, but he knew Ghost wasn’t as open to sharing that status with the world and he never forced him.

Ghost pulled his mask over his eyes and leaned back in the chair wanting to catch a few hours before you woke.

When you did you were confused at first, the room was unfamiliar, bed too comfortable. But no one was next to you. You nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw Ghost, still in his clothes from the night before; asleep in the chair, mask low over his eyes, arms crossed tightly across his chest. He was snoring softly, chest rising slowly and falling.

Slipping out of the sheets you walked quietly to the door, slipping out still in your shirt and shorts and making your way into the hallway. Stepping into the living room you found König sprawled out on the couch, one knee bent up resting on the cushions the other extended down the couch, his arm over his eyes. You caught a glimpse of smooth skin peeking out from under his hood where it had shifted in his sleep.

It felt wrong, like when you caught Ghost pacing on the roof of the base months before. It sent that same feeling of excitement and curiosity through you. Who were they really? You had given up the idea of one day being able to put a name to a face long ago.

Being as careful as you could you silently opened the fridge looking for something to eat, you found an apple and didn’t ask for more. Turning around you saw König standing facing away from you, hands stretching up to the ceiling making him look impossibly taller before they dropped and he looked at you.

“Hey.” God what a stupid line. You cringed as your voice scratched against your throat.

“Morgen Maus, how did you sleep?” He asked, his voice gravelly.

Biting into the apple you chewed before answering, moving to sit on one of the stools at the island, “I slept fine.” You set the apple on the counter, “Ghost nearly made me jump out of my skin though.”

König was rummaging through the fridge when he laughed softly, “He has a way of sneaking up on people,” was all he said before sitting across from you.

You brushed your hands over your thighs, apple discarded with only one bite. Food made you nauseous most days and being in a new place under these circumstances wasn’t boding well with you.

König was bouncing his knee, his whole body shaking with it as he looked back down the hallway towards the bedroom. You could feel his energy vibrating through the room, neither one of you really knowing what to say.

He glanced at your apple, “You should finish that.” Gesturing to the single bite taken out of it.

Glancing down, “m’ not really hungry.”

There was a shuffle of his chair as he stood reaching across and grabbing the apple before it disappeared under his hood, followed by a crunch before it reappeared. “There, not there’s not as much, eat.” He said, passing the apple back across the counter.

You stared at the apple, not at the hulking man leaning over the counter, your stomach churned but it wasn’t from pain. You shakinly grasped the apple and bit into it, “Good Maus, see that wasn’t so hard?” His tone was playful but it made things in you flip over. A warm rush spreading over your core. You tried to fight it but you know there was a history with both of the men here. Things you couldn’t take back, not that you wanted to.

You finished the apple tossing the core into the trash when you walked back to the bedroom, König had stepped outside to take a call. You noticed Ghost had moved from his spot in the chair and you tugged off your shirt facing the bed when you heard the handle turn.

“Ghost!” You shouted, hastily covering yourself with your shirt as best as you could. He walked past you unfazed, standing only in a towel, “Don’t know why you’re in such a fuss sweetheart, nothin’ I ‘aven’t seen already.”

You couldn’t help but gawk at him, sure you had slept with him but it was dark then, you couldn’t see how the scars on his back ran down the backs of his arms, or the tattoos faded from old battle wounds. His skin was taut over every muscle, rippling as he leaned down to pull out a pair of black boxers.

You stood back up and turned around, catching you staring at him, “I don’t give free shows love, be a good girl and turn around.”

Anger flushed through you, how belittling of him to imply that you wanted to watch in the first place! You stood your ground, not wanting to submit to him, simply adjusting your arms over your chest with the shirt still being your only form of modesty. You watched as his mask moved slightly, a sign you knew to be him smirking under it where no one could see, but you had been around him too long to know his tells. It made your entire body shiver.

He held his black boxers in one hand, water dropping onto the floor beneath him in little rivets. He slowly walked over to you, despite being in the center of the room he caged you in. You willed your feet to not move as he stood in front of you looking down at you.

Tall fucking prick you thought to yourself, wishing you had the height to look down at him for once.

His head tilted before you felt his free hand move up the side of your skin, lightly trailing over it leaving goosebumps in its wake. The air left your lungs instantly. He brought his other hand up to wrap around your waist before quickly yanking it effectively spinning you around without notice. You felt his damp chest on your back, his hands firmly settled on your waist holding you steady as you tried to regain some sense of balance. “Gho-” you were cut off as his hand went to your mouth, the fabric of his boxers in your mouth.

Immediately you tried to remove it, losing your only coverage in the process not thinking about the fact that you were still shirtless. Your shirt lightly pooled at your feet and you were left almost completely bare, skin on fire.

You felt his chest rise and fall behind you, pressed closely to you. Clawing at his hand was futile as his hold on you ceased to loosen, shaking fingers lightly holding onto his forearm.

You felt him move behind you, the brush of his knuckles down your spine making you jump. There was a brush of fabric against the back of your legs as Ghost pulled his towel off, now completely naked behind you.

He pulled your face back, head now craning to rest on his sternum. His eye black had slightly washed off in the shower, small patches of white poking through the small space in his mask, “Stay still,” his hand moved back to your waist, large hands spreading over your sides and around to your chest. You felt your nipples hardening, becoming painfully sensitive as his fingers barely ghosted over the sides of your tits, “Open up love.”

You watched him with wide eyes as you felt his hand over your mouth revolving pressure for you to open your mouth. He removed the fabric from your mouth stepping back slightly, warmth being replaced with cold air as his skin left yours. You watched as he moved out of your vision before you felt warmth against the side of your neck, you felt the press of his nose behind your ear before soft lips connected to your neck.

Your body jumped from his touch, he growled behind you continuing to trail wet kisses against your neck, his hands off you as he slid into his boxers. Your eyes fluttered close at his gentle assault. But just as soon as it started it was gone, he was already across the room before you opened your eyes again.

Something fell onto the bed in front of you on the bed, one of your shirts and you moved to quickly cover yourself before turning back to where Ghost was but he was gone. Your mind was reeling and your shorts had become soaked with arousal.

What. the. fuck. just happened.

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Days here passed slowly. König was outside most of the time, chopping wood or running through the forest at dawn. Ghost joined him sometimes but mostly he sat out on the front porch reading and drinking his tea.

You had explored the house 17 times over, snooping in every room that wasn’t locked. König would make breakfast most mornings and Ghost dinner. Sometimes one of them would take the truck into the closest town near here to go shopping.

You were left to aimlessly sit and wait for one of them to do something entertaining. You were more than restless, cabin fever in full effect at this point. You weren’t allowed to leave the house unless accompanied by one of them and that was only to run around the property in the mornings with König.

You realized König had been bluffing when he said Ghost didn’t have other rooms in the house because night after night you slept alone in the bed while one of them posted up in the chair in the corner. You had no privacy unless you were showering.

You sat watching some random show on tv in the den when König arrived back, the truck crunching up the gravel path. You shot up immediately, shopping day was becoming your favorite change in routine.

Bounding down the stairs you rushed to help König carry in groceries, hoping he remembered to pick up beer and playing cards. You rifled through the bags left in the back of the truck before claiming your prize. He remembered.

Taking the bags into the kitchen you helped him unload, thanking him for picking them up before grabbing a beer out of the pack. You tried to rip off the top but let out a hiss when the metal started to cut your finger, “Shit.”

König only watched for a moment before his large hand wrapped over the bottle in your hands gently taking it from you and slipping it under his hood before spitting out the cap as it fell into the sink.

He handed it back to you, “You’re going to ruin your teeth doing that you know,” you said, sipping the cold drink.

He kept piling food into the fridge, “You’re probably right Maus.” König was in a tight black t-shirt, you watched his bicep flex as he moved. Your mouth started to salivate at the thought of what he could do with those arms. You couldn’t help it, it had been well over two weeks now in the house with them and much to your chagrin you didn’t think to grab anything to uh..help you relieve stress when you packed back on base. Not that it would really matter either way, Ghost or König was always watching you, it’s not like you had time to do anything.

And because of that you really couldn’t help yourself but look. It was only human you told yourself. There was history, that’s all. No other options so what could you really do to stop it. However, between the boredom and your pent up frustration you were desperate for something. Anything.

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You all sat around the small dining room table eating dinner, König had cooked tonight so that meant that you got something with flavor for once. You finished before they did, planning to try and plan something. Ghost tossed his fork on his plate before leaning back.

“I have a proposal.” You said confidently, eyeing both men. König looked at Ghost and Ghost at König. You hated when they did that, it was like they could communicate without talking and out were always the last one to know. “If I’m not allowed to leave on my own and I don’t have anything to entertain me I say that it’s only fair of you two to give me one night of entertainment a week,” you finished.

Ghost chewed on the toothpick in his mouth, shifting it to the other side, before plucking it out and resting his arms on the table over his plate, “What exactly do you want to do?”

Immediately getting excited at not getting a straight no you pulled the deck of cards out of your back pocket and slapped it on the table, “Game night!”

Ghost’s head dropped, sighing, “God you sound like Johnny,” he said dismissively. You didn’t let his shitty attitude ruin your spark, “König?” You asked, looking at him with pleading eyes. Normally if you could get König to agree Ghost would eventually follow with only minimal groveling.

“I’m down.”

You shot up out of your seat, rushing to clear the plates and put them in the sink. “Easy Maus,” König called over his shoulder as you rushed around the kitchen. You quickly pulled bottles out of the cabinet and brought it over to the table with shot glasses.

“Oi’ hold up there, what’s all this about?” Ghost said, gesturing to the small bar you created on the table.

You continued to place shot glasses in front of each of them and one for yourself. König reached forward to grab a bottle of vodka, pouring himself a shot and tossing it back. “Yes! See, König gets it. We are going to have fun tonight because I need something or I’m going to lose it,” you said, taking a small shot of your own, shaking your head and cringing.

Ghost grumbled before necking a slug out of a bottle of bourbon. You internally felt a surge of pride knowing you had won this battle. He swallowed and left his mask up, “What do ya wanna to play then?”

You set your shot glass back on the table, still feeling the nasty taste of vodka on your tongue, “Uhhh….” You hadn’t really expected them to agree to your proposal and hadn’t thought past it, thankfully König perked up, “Never have I ever? If you have, take a shot?”

You looked at Ghost who just threw his hands up in surrender, allowing it to continue, before pouring a shot to have it ready, “Last time we played that Princess left early,” he said snarkily.

You sat back down in your seat, knees tucked under you ignoring Ghost’s comment, “Alright, König you can start.”

You thought about what he wanted to say, leaning forward and eyeing Ghost and you, “Never have I ever stolen something before.”

You and Ghost reached to shoot your drinks before pouring another. Immediately you could already feel the atmosphere loosening up. Just something normal and fun for the first time since getting here.

You were up next, “Never have I ever smoked a whole pack of cigarettes in a day,” you said looking right at Ghost with a smile.

You saw his jaw clench at your targeted move but he just picked up his drink and took it, “Cheeky,” he said, tone wavering into dangerous waters. Maybe playing dirty wasn’t your best move.

He was looking at you with narrowed eyes as he spoke, “Never have I ever spanked my subordinate as punishment.”

König told him about that night! Fuck!

Your jaw dropped and you saw König’s head snap toward Ghost, he turned smiling, lip pulling up to flash his teeth, “What König? You wanted to play the game.”

König mumbled a German curse under his breath before taking his second shot. Ghost suddenly grabbed his drink and followed suit catching you off guard.

“Alright Ghost, you want to play dirty, let’s play dirty.” König said, reaching for Ghost’s bourbon and refilling his glass, “Never have I ever fallen out of a helicopter.”

“You fell out of a helicopter!” You said laughing at Ghost, König joining in.

This went on for a few more rounds before everyone was feeling looser, the half bottle of vodka was gone and König grabbed another from the center of the table before walking over to the den with the playing cards.

You stood up nearly tripping over your own two feet as you followed König into the other room, “Feelin’ it already?” Ghost teased you watching your mistake.

“Shhhh, you guys are just tall and big.” You slurred a bit before plopping down on the couch.

König sat down on the other side of the couch as he shuffled the cards, “What are we playing?” He asked.

You scooted toward the edge of the couch, setting your drink down, “how about bullshit?”

König continues to shuffle the cards, looking comically small in his large hands, “What’s that?”

“Basically you just have to bluff, so if we are on number five and you don’t have any fives in your hand you can play a jack and and seven and say, ‘two 5’s’ and then if I say bullshit and catch you, you take all the cards in the pile,” you took the cards from König and started passing out the deck between the three of you.

Ghost held his glass loosely between his legs, watching you pass the cards out before picking them up. “Wait! This is going to be so unfair,” you said looking slightly distraught.

König tilted his head in confusion, “What’s wrong Maus?”

You folded your cards down, before running over to your room and grabbing your gator, pulling it over your head and over your mouth. You walked back into the room and sat back down, “Okay now it’s fair.” You said feeling confident in yourself.

Ghost shook his head, “That ain’t gonna help you much kid.” He said, tossing back another shot and pulling his mask down.

You dramatically turned to him, “And what makes you say that?”

You saw his jugular move under the mask as he swallowed, “You’ll see.”

Squinting your eyes in distaste, you picked up your cards, “2 Aces,” you said putting your cards face down in the center of the table. You looked to Ghost to go next.

“3 twos.” He was watching you, waiting for you to give yourself away.

König rifled through his cards pulling out one, “1 three.”

You were up, you had a one four and you pulled a jack with it placing it on the table, “2 fours.”

“Bullshit.”

Your eyes snapped to Ghost, as he sat there holding his cards in one hand. You swallowed, flipping over your cards to show a four and a jack. Ghost huffed out a laugh and slid a shot over to you, a drop spilling onto the table from the force.

Gingerly you pulled down your gator and swallowed, biting your tongue trying to not focus on the taste. “Wooo, that shit is fucking foul.”

“How about we up the stakes a bit?” Ghost said smugly, “Everytime you get called out you have to take off a piece of clothing.”

Now you and König were looking at him as he sipped on his beer, flicking the bottle up arrogantly.

You weren’t going to let him get the best of you again, instead you silently pulled your hoodie off, flinging it off to the side of the couch leaving you in your tank top. Thank god I put this on earlier. “Works for me big guy,” you said, giving him a tight lipped smile.

You looked at your new cards and your heart sunk, jacks, nines, and queens littered your hand. Fuck. Both of them hadn’t played a single truthful card since you started, a cold chill running up your spine. Head swimming in vodka you lazily threw down, “2 Aces.”

3 sixes…..2 nines….4 queens….1 ace….

The stakes were high now, at any moment it could go south, you played your turn, “2 sevens.” Your eyes flicked up to Ghost, he paused, studying you, debating to call it. As tense as this game had become, enough rounds and shots had passed through the three of you to make the numbers on the cards start to swim in your hands.

“3 eights,” Ghost said casually, tossing his cards on the table. 3 Eights, 3 Eights, you looked through your cards, 1…2….3!

“Bullshit!” You screamed pointing at him, “I call bullshit!”

His hand slowly moved to the pile, turning over his cards, Ace, Jack, Eight.

“Strip bitchhhhh,” you laughed as he growled tugging off his shirt leaving him now only in his pants and mask. His abs protruded as the dark shirt raised over his head revealing pale scared skin beneath. “Watch it, soldier.” He barked at you, pissed that you called his bluff. He really gave himself away with the whole “nonchalant” act he tried to pull.

König was also left in his cargos and mask after Ghost called him on the last turn, he cursed Ghost out in German for it, which only made you laugh at the giant throwing a fit over a card game.

You felt your cheeks heat up and this time it wasn’t from the alcohol. Both of them were sitting, legs spread, half naked and staring at you with their minds on revenge. You didn’t have a bra on and your nipples were definitely poking out through the thin material of your top. You tried moving your hair over your shoulders to cover it but König just had to say something.

“Bit cold in here, isn't it Ghost?”

Ghost had his eyes trained on his cards, moving them around, “It’s a bit nippy.”

It was your turn, Ghost held most of the pile now which was risky, but you were never one to stray from risks. “2 Nines,” confidently throwing down two fours.

“Blödsinn.”

“Excuse me?” You said, confused.

König leaned back, tossing an arm behind his head, you could see his boxers peeking through the waistband of his pants, making your mouth go dry.

“Go on Maus, don’t play dumb.”

Instead of drinking from your glass you grabbed the bottle, slugging back more rum than needed but right now you wanted some liquid courage. Setting the bottle back down, not so gently you stuck your thumbs inside the waistband of your sweats and slowly pulled them down revealing the tight black thong you had underneath.

You thanked whatever god was out there that you chose black because if it was anything else they would be able to see just how wet you were just by seeing them like this.

Both men watched you intently, watching how your small hands slid the baggy material over your hips and down your soft thighs revealing heaven on earth. König swallowed the lump in his throat, hand not so conspicuously moving over his pants, just barely giving him relief to his hardening cock.

You stood for a moment reveling in the attention before sitting back down on the couch, “Lucky guess Coronel.” König shifted in his seat as you called him by his title. You gathered the pile, feeling bold that you now held the majority of power.

Ghost piped up from the corner, “You’re feelin’ mighty cocky aren’t ya love?” He too had slumped back in his seat, legs spread and pants pulled tight at the seams.

You shrugged, organizing your cards, “It’s not cocky if it’s true Ghost.” You retorted sassily, moving to throw down 4 aces.

“Next one to lose has to strip completely.” He said, cracking his neck with his first, “Unless you’re too scared of losing,” he added smugly.

“I’m not the one that should be scared here.” You said confidently even though you were feeling anything but confident after that. Him and König just glanced at each other, König raising a brow at Ghost.

Ghost put down 1 ace, followed by König tossing down a two, you played 4 threes.

“1 four,” from Ghost.

“Zwei fünf," from König.

Looking at your cards you had one six, “3 sixes,” you said confidently, keeping up your poker face, there was no way either of them had more than one six in their hands.

Ghost slowly glanced at König, folding his cards in his hands, König spread his cards out, carefully looking through his own hand before winking at Ghost.

You watched the interaction in horror, Ghost slowly setting his cards down on the table as König moved to flip over your cards.

King, Six, Nine.

The air left your lungs, your cocky attitude sinking further into a whole with each card flipped.

“Would ya look a’ at?” Ghost said, the accent really making you squirm. König tossed his hand on the table and waited patiently. “Well go’ on then sweetheart, you know the rules.”

“I–” you tried but Ghost stood up, downing his beer in one go, “Uh uh, that’s an order love.”

Hesitantly you reached for the hem of your top, hands shaking with nerves as you lifted it over your head revealing your peaky breast, the fabric pulling at your now rock hard nipples sending a shiver through you.

You could see the outline of their cocks, hardening in their pants by the second. God this was bound to happen at some point, it's not like any of you had time to take care of yourselves since getting here.

Your eyes moved between the men frantically, trying desperately to avoid this next part of the deal. Nothing could save you now and you knew that, you had dug your own grave.

You ran your fingers over the soft material of your thong, stalling as much as you could. “Need some help over there?”

God Ghost just shut the fuck up! “No,” you said less confidently than you wanted.

Hooking your thumb under the fabric you pulled it down, keeping your thighs clenched tight as you went. Standing up you looked anywhere but at them.

König let out a low whistle. Ghost sauntered closer, “See love, that wasn’t so bad was it?”

He was toying with you, you moved to cover your chest with your arms but he was faster, grabbing your wrist and shoving it back down to your side, “None of that now, just wanted to get a better look.”

His hand trailed up the side of your hip, just barely grazing the surface. You tried to fight off the throbbing in your core as you subtly pressed your thighs closer together. You felt your pussy leaking, your thighs sliding the harder you pressed them together.

All in one moment you were back in that safehouse, back in that room with him and him alone. You might have hated him right now and maybe even some then but you couldn’t help but want to give in. To have him look at you like that again, touch you like he did. Unravel you at the slightest touch.

His hand moved up to your chin, tilting your face to look at him, consciousness snapping you back into reality, “I think it’s time for you to go to bed love.” He was gone as soon as he came, turning and moving to pick up his glass, taking it into the kitchen.

Your head nearly slammed down without him holding it up, you swallowed thickly, shakily leaning down to pick up your shirt. You had almost forgotten about König sitting across from you. König always was so gentle and kind with you, but at this moment he looked hungry.

Quickly gathering your clothes in your arms you went to your room, holding your shirt down as far as it would go trying in vain to cover yourself.

Cold wood floors greeted you as you stepped into the bedroom, flicking on the light as you tossed your clothes on the floor before going into the bathroom. You still felt shaky as you leaned against the counter, a small sweat chilling you.

“Fuck,” you said breathlessly.

It had to be the alcohol, had to be. There’s no way that just happened. God, I did not just take my clothes off in front of them. You shook your head trying to calm your nerves, a shower would help. Yeah, just wash every bit of this night away and forget it happened, then just go back to the banter and angst tomorrow, right?

The water was warm, you were far too worked up right now to have it any hotter than you already were. You threw your hair up before taking off your shirt again. You felt the water cascade down your back as you leaned your head against the wall.

“.....just wanted to get a better look..”

The words played on a loop in your mind. The way he just walked right up to you like he knew how bad you wanted to be touched. Moving your hand down your chest you worked your way down to your slick thighs, gently moving your hand over your clit. Immediately you felt pleasure surge through you, it was so sensitive.

Biting your lip to keep your noises down you continued to move in small circles around it, shocks of euphoria rushing within you. Speeding up you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped your lips as you felt yourself getting closer. Nimble hands working your sensitive bud in the way you needed it most. You whimpered again, jaw going slack and your eyes closing, you were almost there, god just

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Pleasure turned to fear in an instant, you quickly withdrew your hand from your aching pussy.

“Hurry up in there kid!”

Ghost.

You stepped back from the water, turning it off, “I-I’ll be right out!”

Standing there you watched as water dripped off your body, letting out a frustrated sigh as you stepped out onto the plush mat and dried off, quickly brushing your teeth before walking out. Ghost sat on the edge of the bed, his shirt still off but his pants on. Stepping out of the bathroom you saw König passed out on the bed. Ghost noticed you looking at him, “He’s got a bad back, couch was killing him.”

“Got it..” You gripped your towel tighter as he stood walking past you and into the bathroom.

König still had his hood on, his arm draped over his eyes, snoring softly. You laughed quietly to yourself, big man can’t party. Grabbing a new shirt you pulled it over your head and a pair of loose boxer shorts.

Ghost was still in the bathroom, the door closed but the light from the inside was flooding into the bedroom, you walked over to the other side of the bed trying desperately to reason with yourself that this whole situation was harmless. We’re just sleeping. There’s nothing weird about this at all, just me and König. In bed. Together. I mean this thing is huge, right? Nothing is going to happen, I’l just stay close to my side and this will be over in the morning.

We have done this before. Nothing weird about this.

But that was all before things changed….

Pulling the covers back you slipped in, turning away from König and closing your eyes. You still felt your clit throbbing as you tried desperately to just sleep.

The door opened, you caught a glimpse of Ghost pulling his mask down over his jaw before the lights cut and the room was draped in darkness again. You closed your eyes quickly, praying that Ghost didn’t see you looking.

You heard him move around the room for a moment before his footsteps got closer, “Move over.”

Your eyes snapped open, “What?” You asked confused.

Ghost let out an annoying, tired sigh, “Move over, König’s not the only one with a bad back. Bout’ ready to burn that bloody chair.”

You silently slid back a little.

“Goddamnit kid,” two hands pushed against you forcing you to slide back into the middle of the bed, your arm flying out trying to grab the side of the bed. It wasn’t even that he pushed you that hard, it was these damn silk sheets, you just slid right over. “He’s not gonna bite ya.”

You grabbed your pillow adjusting it back to the way you liked as Ghost shucked off his cargos before laying down, mirroring König’s form, tossing an arm over his eyes.

You also moved to lay on your back, suddenly wide awake and in between two behemoths. It didn’t take long before Ghost fell asleep too, his breathing deep, chest only shallowly rising.
You tried to sleep but your mind was racing. Thoughts about life, this night, your past, and most annoyingly–the ever present dull ache in your core.

You were about to fall into bliss before Ghost just had to ruin it by interrupting you.

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Walking into the house you limped into the bedroom falling face first into the bed still panting. You laid there, breathing heavily, eyes closed trying to recover from the absolute exhaustion wracking your body.

Vaguely you registered footsteps walking into the bedroom, groaning at the noise you covered your face not wanting to deal with anything right now, “go away,” you muttered, voice muffled by your hot skin.

Silence followed, you went to lift your arm but before your eyes could adjust to the light a firm hand placed itself on your ankle yanking you down and flipping you over on your back.

“Hey!” you yelped out but before you could say anything else Ghost pinned you with a stare that made you close your mouth immediately. Anticipation raging you waited, his hand still on your ankle.

His shoulders were moving up and down, laboured breaths leaving him in slow controlled motion. He was fuming and you could tell he was at his limit.

“Ghost?” You asked quietly, trying to back track. Your eyes catching König leaning in the door frame, hands crossed against his chest, watching.

You looked back at Ghost, his eyes swallowed in darkness, no color surrounding, “Get up.” He said darkly, letting go of your ankle and stepping back. You moved to stand, knees almost buckling under your weight from the earlier assault. You kept your eyes on his, careful, waiting and anticipating.

Ghost’s hand came up roughly dragging over his mouth and jaw before a look came over his face that made your stomach drop.

He had made up his mind.

He moved towards the bookcase before moving a few books off to the side and pressing into the back wall. You heard a small hissing sound before the entire bookcase slid backwards, then to the side revealing a dark room behind it. Ghost moved forward into the dark space while you stood there in shock at the new information.

“Don’t be afraid Maus,” König came up to you gently guiding you toward the room, “I’ll make sure he doesn’t go too far.” His words were meant to be comforting but they only made the knot in your stomach tighten and you felt like throwing up all over again.

Slowly König led you into the dark room, your eyes barely adjusting to the dim lighting. Entering the room you realized that this was less of a secret bunker, no that would have comforted you in this moment, instead you walked into the most elaborate sex room you have ever seen in your life. A Saint Andrew’s cross to your left, various floggers and whips lined and hung in perfect order on the wall. Chains hung down from the ceiling, and other toys you hadn’t ever seen before sat nicely on metal shelves. Your feet felt like lead as you took everything in, hands going numb from nerves.

Ghost stood facing away from you and König fixated on one of the metal shelves, rifling through something you couldn’t see. König gently placed his hands on your shoulders, urging you forward to a large oversized platform bed in the back of the room, similar to the one in the bedroom. You sat down, soft sheets welcoming your skin.

König kneeled in front of you, gently maneuvering your foot to rest on his knee as he undid your shoelaces. He moved your shoes off to the side before looking up at you, “Maus?” He said, snapping you out of your panicked haze. You met his eyes, soft but stern. “He won’t hurt you, do you understand that?”

You bit the inside of your lip, heart racing, finally nodding at the man below you. His hands gently squeezed your calf looking for more of an answer. “Y-yes. I know.” You said unable to hide the unease in your voice.

König nodded appreciatively at your response, “I”m going to take these off now, alright?” he said tugging at your shorts. Instead of responding you leaned back lifting your hips enough for König to hook his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and underwear, dragging them down your hips and legs.

You could hear Ghost mumbling to himself and shuffling around behind you on the bed but you didn’t dare look back. König stood and gestured for you to move back on the bed. You slid back into a warm body, jumping at the contact. Ghost let out a dark chuckle at your reaction.

Ghost moved his hands under your arms sliding you back into his lap, moving your legs over his, spreading you wide open for König to see. König’s eyes quickly fell from your face to your open hole, his eyes were half lidded as if he was in a trance. Ghost had one arm secured across your chest, the other motioning for König to get on the bed.

The man slowly crawled forward, even on his knees he towered over you. Ghost’s hold on you tightened as König laid down on his stomach, inches away from you. You started to squirm knowing what was about to happen, you had pushed too far and now, Ghost’s sadistic punishment awaited you. König looked past you at Ghost, waiting for the green light. König, merely a pawn in Ghost’s plan.

You felt Ghost nod at König before he lifted his hood, you caught the slightest glimpse of pale skin before his hot mouth was on your pussy, licking a long hot stripe up to your clit. Inhaling sharply you jolted back into the hard wall of muscle behind you, your hands fisted at your sides, still trapped under Ghost’s hold.

König continued to lick and suck on your clit gently, you were biting your tongue so hard you swore you tasted blood but you didn’t want to give either of them the satisfaction of hearing you fall apart. König brought his hands up to you, using his thumbs to pull you apart before he dove back in. He started sucking harder on your clit making you jolt your hips forward inciting a low growl from the man in the hood which only made you wetter.

“You hear that Princess?” Ghost said, his warm breath ghosting over your neck, “Torturing the poor man.” Ghost used his free hand to lift his mask, his words no longer muffled by the fabric, “Tell him how good it feels, how good his tongue feels on your sweet cunt.”

You were breathing hard through your nose, still biting into your tongue, struggling to keep your composure when Ghost began biting up the side of your neck, leaving hot kisses in his wake as he made his way up to that sweet spot just below your jaw. Your head involuntarily tilted to give him more access, your body finally starting to loosen up at their touches.

Ghost kisses you again before sinking his teeth into the meat of your neck making your eyes shoot open and you try to move away from the striking pain but his arm holds you back and you feel König use his hands to pry your legs further open as his pace quickens.

“I gave you an order soldier, tell König how good he’s making you feel,” Ghost said darkly. You tried to pull away but you could hardly move an inch between the two men.

You slack of response made Ghost let out a deep growl as he reached forward fisting König’s hood in his hand and forced the man to go deeper in your cunt, König moaned into your dripping pussy as you finally let out a high-pitched whine at the feeling of König’s tongue going impossibly deeper inside you. Ghost continued to grind König’s head as your hips matched his movements.

You could feel Ghost’s cock harding under you, firmly pressed into the small of your back. He started grinding it against you as König added a finger into your wet hole, you didn’t hold back, you couldn't any longer. You rolled your head back into Ghost’s shoulder, but just as quickly as it came it was gone. Ghost ripped König’s head away from you, the air cold on your swollen clit, König’s hood falling back into place.

“Wait!” You yelped out breathlessly, frustrated at Ghost’s actions. He chuckled darkly behind you before grabbing you by the hips and pushing you off him. You braced yourself with shaky arms as König and Ghost both moved to opposite sides. Ghost walked back over to the shelf he was by before grabbing a large black Sibyan and placed it on the bed next to you. There was a long and thick black dildo attached to the top of the machine.

Eyes widening as you looked between the two men, König sat behind you on the bed while Ghost placed his hands on the front end of the bed, meaning forward, “Give me your hands,” Ghost said, holding his hand out for you to take.

Your clit was throbbing, the fear had subsided as soon as they had their hand on you, leaving you frustrated and anxious for what was to come next. You didn’t react fast enough and König came out of nowhere forcing your hands into Ghost’s. Ghost quickly secured them into a pair of handcuffs and reached up grabbing a thick silver chain, hooking the handcuffs to it before yanking on the other end of the chain, lifting your hands just above your head.

He affixed the loose end to a post of the bed frame before glancing at König. König roughly grabbed your hips and you almost slammed back into him but the chain made you lift up just enough for the tip of the dildo to catch on your clit sending a violent jolt of pleasure through your aching core. “Ready Schatz?” König asked but before you could respond he set your entrance over the toy and started moving your hips down onto it.

Letting out a yelp you tried to adjust but König held you steady, softly whispering in your ear, “You’re alright honey,” another inch, “That’s it Maus, just relax for us.” The first few inches went in easy enough but it started to hurt and you started to try to lift off the toy but the man behind you didn’t let you. Instead, he reached his hand under his hood, getting a little bit of spit on his fingers before reaching around in front of you and continuing his previous venture.

König was making small tight circles on your clit while gently pushing you down further. Pleasure surged through you once again. You could feel your walls opening up around the dildo. König quickened his pace, “That’s it Schatz, open up for us.”

Your head dropped to your chest, wrists starting to strain from the weight of your body against them. Ghost watched intently as your soaked core covered more and more of the toy, he got closer to you, inches away from your face, “Go on love, take it all for us.”

Fueled by his words you sunk down the last few inches onto the toy, fully seating it inside your cunt. It was a little uncomfortable but nothing you haven’t taken before. König’s fingers squeezed into the meat of your hips, massaging them as you adjusted to the new feeling.

You lifted your head to meet Ghost’s eyes staring into yours, burning a hole straight through your tough facade. His hand moved to the side of the machine turning it on. The toy gently started to move in and out of you, pushing up against that little wall of flesh that makes your legs shake. Even though the setting was low it was already working you back up, the knot in your stomach starting to tighten again. You let your head drop again, resting it on your lifted arms.

“Uh uh, eyes up sweetheart,” Ghost said, grabbing your face and lifting it again. “Now. I’m going to ask you some questions and you’re going to answer them. If you answer you will be rewarded. If at any point you need a break you say so, understood?”

König’s grip tightened on your hips again urging you to pay attention but everything felt so good you didn’t want to focus on anything else other than that. You could feel your clit throbbing, swollen and unattended to now. Your eyes started to close, pleasure taking you away from reality for a moment.

A sickening slap echoed throughout the room, pain blossoming throughout your right ass cheek, you let out a pathetic cry, eyes opening wide. Your head whipped around, cuffs digging further into your wrists. König had his head cocked to the side looking down at the bright red mark forming on your ass, “You know the rules Maus.”

His tone had changed, what started as sweet praises now turned into something darker. More sinful, leaking with pride and lust. It was the same tone he used before all those months ago in his private room.

Ghost started talking, making you turn back to him, anger and determination in your eyes, “What?” you said snarkily.

A low rumble came from deep in his throat before he continued, “Do you know why you’re being punished?” His voice was steady.

Your jaw set deep in the bone, "Because you two assho–”

*smack*

“OW!” You yelped out as hot tears threatened to surface. You took a deep breath, another painful slap on your other cheek. You felt like you couldn’t catch your breath, unable to get the words out.

You looked back at Ghost, more vulnerable than before, you could feel your arousal starting to drip down the sides of your thighs, “I, I was,” a deep breath, “I was bad.” You gritted your teeth, trying to regain a sense of composure but as soon as the words left your lips König’s hand was back on your aching clit. I pitiful whimper left your mouth which only made König go faster.

The toy working your dripping hole open combined with the man’s fingers working you cried out in pure bliss. Once you started you couldn’t stop, your back arching, head lifting up.

“Good girl, see, not so hard right?” Ghost was teasing you, talking to you like a dumb whore too cock drunk to remember their name. “What did you do that was so bad?” He said, turning the machine up more.

You felt it reach deeper into you, König relentless in his pursuit, pussy starting to spasm around the toy. Your noises filled the room, high pitched cries of pleasure leaving your lips. The coil in your stomach about to snap. Just a few more thrusts, your hips slamming down, chasing your release.

Ghost lunged forward grabbing your face, fingers digging into your cheeks, “König stop.”

Immediately König’s fingers left you once again and the toy stopped completely. “No, p-please, I was so close, your hips bucking aimlessly into the toy. Ghost dragged your face closer, “You’re really testing your luck right now, I am getting inpatient.”

Scorching tears burned the rims of your eyes, your hands balled into fists. König halted your hips, not letting you grind down anymore, “I was almost there, please,” you cried, tears now streaming down your cheeks in rivets.

Another slap landed on the already tender fleas of your ass, you jerked forward, breathing quickening. You were completely overstimulated, your ass stinging, wrists burning and head swimming. Your breath caught in your throat, it started to close up as if every breath you tried to take never quite reached your lungs.

“Looks like someone can’t take the consequences of her actions hmm?” Ghost prodded as you continued to hiccup and cry into your arms. He reached behind you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back roughly, “Fucking crying like a whore now. C’mon love, just tell me what you did and we can make you feel better.”

He was close now, lifting his mask up to bite at your neck, leaving new marks next to his earlier ones.

“I was, I was rude to you!” the last part coming out as a whine as Ghost sunk his teeth into your flesh drawing blood, “I was mean! I shouldn’t, I–I, ah fuck G-Ghost, god please.” He licked over the wound, his spit mixing with your fresh blood. His hold in your hair, loosening. He kissed down your neck, “Good girl. Such a good girl.” He growled into your soft skin.

The machine turned on again, speeding up quickly. Your cunt started to spasm around the toy, moaning and crying out, “Yes, yes yes yesyesyes!” König’s hands returned to your hips, digging in before lifting you higher and slamming you down onto the machine repeatedly. It went impossibly deeper inside you. The chain pulled taunt as you let the man control your movements, too tired to fight back.

Ghost’s fingers curled into the top of your shirt before ripping it off you, his mouth was on your hard nipples instantly. Latching onto them greedily. He bit down hard causing another series and whines to leave your throat, “Ah, fuck, Ghost, please please I wanna cum, I need to cum god please.”

König quickened his pace, brutally assaulting your g-spot repeatedly. Ghost moved back to your neck, sucking and biting his way up to the shell of your ear. You felt his soft lips ghosting over your burning skin, “And why should I do that, huh? You kept me up half the night.” Panic and embarrassment washed over you, skin too hot, face bright red. “Oh you think I didn’t hear you last night? Using those pretty little fingers to play with yourself.”

You were absolutely soaking the toy, your legs, the bed, your nipples so hard they hurt, teetering just on the edge of ecstasy and pain.

“Oh yeah love, I heard every little whimper, felt you squirming around next to me. Couldn’t take it any more,” his hand came up to play with your tits roughly. You were crying out, unable to form words anymore.

“König had to help you out didn’t he?” He pinched your nipple roughly, “So really you woke both of us up didn’t you.” His questions were rhetorical at this point, they only served to embarrass you now, degrade you.

“König, how did you touch her? Go ahead and show me again.”

The contact on your clit burned, all the muscles in your body taunt with strain. König obediently showed Ghost, “I think it was something like this, right Maus?” There it was again, his voice, pure sex.

“I”m gonna–” you whined

“Had to make sure you could sleep tonight, I needed to wear you out.” Ghost pulled your hair to the side, you hazily looked at him, his hand cradling your face.

You couldn’t have cared less about how destroyed you must look at the moment. Tears streaming down your cheeks, flushed from head to toe, lips quivering. Defeated you looked up at him, voice shaking, “p-please Gho-st.”

He didn’t say anything back, he simply reached down, replacing König’s hand with his own and set an equally brutal pace on your clit. Your forehead leaned onto his, eyes wide, your orgasm about to snap inside of you, your mouth hung open, no sound coming out.

“Cum for me baby, let go, I wanna see you fall apart for us…go on baby, you’re so close.”

König slammed your hips down one final time and you came harder than ever before, body going slack but König and Ghost kept going until you were reduced to a pleading, whining mess, “s-sst–top.”

Ghost’s fingers left your abused clit, your wrists finally released. König lifted you off the Sibyan and back into his lap. You immediately grabbed onto König like he was the only thing grounding you to your physical body. His strong arms wrapped around you as you tucked your head into his chest sobbing and shaking violently from the aftershocks of your orgasm.

König placed a chaste kiss to the top of your head, “Did so good for us Maus.” You grabbed on tighter, “It’s okay, shhh,” he cooed, “I got you, I know that was a lot.”

Ghost reemerged a few moments later with a warm cloth, he gently opened your legs, unfurling you from König’s chest and wiped up the insides of your thighs. He swiped the cloth over your cunt and you whimpered, “I know, gotta get you cleaned up though,” he said, finishing quickly and tossing the rag on the bed.

Ghost reached under you, scooping you up into his arms, your limbs were sore to the point of numbness. He tucked your head into his shoulder and carried you out of the room before laying you down on the bed. You were struggling to keep your eyes open, exhaustion setting in. Ghost stripped down to his boxers before laying down carefully next to you on the bed.

His head snapped down to you when he heard quiet sniffling, “Hey what’s wrong dove?” He said turning to face you more, lifting your hand away from your face.

You couldn’t look at him, your emotions and nerves were shot after the events of today, “I’m sorry.” You whispered into the sheets.

Ghost’s brow furrowed, “Why are you sorry love?” He asked, concerned.

Another sniffle, “I’m sorry I didn’t listen.”

“It’s-” Ghost tried.

You closed your eyes, too weak to care about cutting him off, “‘M sorry I don’t know how to be good anymore,” your words started to slur as exhaustion washed over you. “don’t think there’s enough ‘f me left to…” your voice trailed off as you finally gave in to the darkness.

Ghost just wrapped his arm around you and pulled you into his chest, mumbling to himself in the darkness, “I’ll find her love, I know you’re still in there.” He glanced to his left seeing König leaning in the doorway with a knowing look that only Ghost would know behind the hood before crawling into bed, tucking himself behind you and falling asleep with his hand on Ghost’s bicep wrapped around you.