Queen Of Broken Hearts

You will know where the inspiration took off when you read the lines, and I'm on my knees for Aegon in that scene, I don't care. Rhaenyra, you are my Queen, but your brother is so damn fine, I'm sorry.

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It always seemed like he was impossible to talk to now that you've grown. Head up into his ass, not listening, always being on onto his way, and the thing that got on your nerves is that he looked too damn good.

It was just a month in when the two of you got married by your grandfather's wish. Alicent was first to be against it, after all you're Rhaenyra's daughter. Would you turn her own son against her? Of course not, you didn't give a damn about her.

But just maybe, she was the reason behind Aegon's actions. Aegon was an asshole, bit before when tje two of you were kids, he was always there for you. You didn't have much girls around here. Well, Haelena was there but most of the time you didn't understand what she was talking about. It was mostly bugs and she has ton of them but still it seemed like she was in her own world.

So you had to be with your brothers and uncles. Sometimes your brothers would get on your nerves, by saying that you're a girl and that you can't play with them, or even train. You always wanted to be part of them, but felt a little rejected. Aegon was there to give you a hand and pull you towards them, sometimes just the two of you would run off somewhere to have hours of talking alone. It all seemed perfect then.

Now, your dear husband is ignoring you, wenting off to get drunk and be with some whores. It was getting to you slowly, your heart clenching at the tought of him with someone else. It's not fair for him to be so good to you, then throw you away like a rug.

The night has rollled around and you retreated into your shared chambers. It felt like you didn't have a single friend in this damn castle as your family wasn't here. You already started to wonder if your letters have made it to them in the last month, as you didn't recieve any of them. You had a feeling that certain someone, has their claws in it. Here and there, you would go to your grandfather and sit by his bed. It hurted you to see him in this state. You would read to him, all until Alicent would come and woosh you out.

Targaryen, all alone amongst them. What a scary tought.

The doors of your bedroom flew open as your eyes fell on your husband who had a frown on his face as he entered. He didn't even seem drunk, for some reason. He may have took a cup or two, but not more. His eyes searched the room as they fell on you. They softened a little at the sight. You wore your nightgown, your hair let down in silver, silky waves as your violet eyes stared at him in wonder. You looked like a little deer, just waiting for the predator to sink it's teeth into you.

"Aegon?" Your voice got him out of the haze and the frown made it's way back.

"What seems to trouble you, husband?" You step towards him and reach out your hand, but before you can even touch him, he slaps it away. You pull back shocked. Your mouth little gaped as you couldn't believe it. "Aegon, what has gotten into you!"

He groans rolling his eyes and turning his back away from you, undoing his shirt roughly. "What has gotten into me?" He was irritaded and his voice deep and above whisper.

"The fact that you seem so comftrable next to male servants, laughing and touching their hands. So happy and out of your mind that you can't spare your husband a glare." He says angrily, throwing his shirt away, his bare back staring at you as he leans on a chair staring at the fire. He was out of mind to think that you would give anyone else attention than him.

You did laugh with servants, but because today you didn't look where were you going and you collided with them. You felt sorry for you to be so into your head and you helped them up, laughing about the situation.

The confusion you had has been replaced with anger. "The fuck did you say?" You saw his back freezing at your tone. He turns around, his head leaned a little with a deep frown. "Did you just cuss?"

"I did. And I will fucking again, for your head to be so fucking high in your ass that you blame me for something you think you saw, while you go and fuck the others as your wife waits for you, in your shared fucking chambers and hopes that just for one damn moment you would come and be the same sweet boy you once were." You stood with your hands opened wide as anger seeped off of you.

Something in him steered for a moment. To see you like this. To voice it off. To show fire in your eyes. His mother may have been wrong about you. "Please, and you have to go to a first men to find comfort in." He shakes his head at you, still blinded by his jealousy.

You chuckle at him biting your tounge. "I have no fucking friend here Aegon. No one. And for you to come and throw accusations like this, at my face. You fucking idiot. Haven't you seen how much I wanted to be your wife? How much I wanted to be given to you? And instead, you go off and fuck the others. You had me just once, on our wedding night and you were drunk."

You smirk knowing the next words would sting him. "Couldn't even satifsy a woman." You see something in his eyes flash.

His breathing deepens. His eyes narrow at you. Did he heard you right? Couldn't satisfy? Maybe you were right, because he didn't show you what you truly meant. What he needed to do to you. His eyes fell to your nightgown. He looks back, your eyes meeting his.

"Take it off." His voice deep and raspy. His eyes dark and hungry. He takes a slow step towards you, but you didn't move an inch. "Take it off before I rip it off." He stood in front of you and wanted to wipe off that challenging look out of your face.

You felt your stomach taking turns. You have never seen Aegon like this, moving to you like you were a prey. You have hit the nerve. "You wouldn't dare." You pull your chin up to look at him even more challenging. Huff came out of him. Then a deep chuckle, raspy and dark. It made your legs almost weak to see him smirk like that.

You weren't sure how it happened so fast, but your nightgown has been ripped and on the floor as you were pinned under him on the bed. Gasp left your lips as his hand found your needy cunt, spreading the wetness around. His fingers worked his way as your moan was captured with his lips against yours. You did have to touch yourself for nights wishing your husband to be here to help you, but you couldn't imagine anything would feel like this.

The hunger you both sweeped off, the desire. It was all bottled up and finally it's seeping out as he pulls himself out of his tightt pants and pushes into you slowly as his hand found your throat. He looks at you deep in the eye as he pulls out and slams back into you, another whimper and moan getting out of your lips.

Aegon has always been a mind absent. His mind was mostly clouded with thoughts and he always seemed sorrow. That's what you mostly saw of him.

In the early morning, you would get up. Sometimes he wasn't even there and you found him somewhere else sleeping away. When he was there, he smelled like wine and whores. You knew from the beginning what it meant when Viserys decided to marry you to him. Aegon didn't want to do anything with you. You were his sister's daughter. His niece. And he was supposed to be the Usurper King. He took his sister's throne.

The most important part is that he didn’t trust you. You could see that in his eyes.

But he didn't care. He was hoping that you would slit his throat in his sleep. He hopped you would pierce his chest and take that damn beating thing out of there. Every night, he would get drunk and go to his whores to make you hate him. That drunk, he would lay and close his eyes in hope you would end it.

But every morning when he opened his eyes, disappointment would reach his chest. You never were in bed, your side would be long cold.

The night when he pinned you to his bed and pounded into you, he hoped you would do it. He didn't even look you in the eye. He didn't share not one kiss with you. It was all to make you hate him.

You felt pain in your body from the force he took you. He took your purity, not being once gentle about it. Not having any sympathy for you. But he is your husband. You are his wife. You are supposed to spread your legs to him.

When he was done, he just rolled off. Went to sleep. He couldn't lie to himself, it felt amazing to feel you. He hoped in the morning, they would find his King dead.

Dissapointment.

You were once again, nowhere to be seen.

That morning, you went to your dragon. A beautiful beast pitch black with gray straps on wings. Up in the clouds, it finally felt like you were free from everything. Free from the claws of The Greens.

Your heart leaped towards your mother. You wanted to go back to Rhaenyra, to your brothers. To your father. It all seems like you just could have a change of mind and fly away, but you remember the promise you gave to your mother.

Tears run down your face as she cupped it in her hands. "Mother I don't want to be away from you. Don't leave me here with them." Your voice was pleading her. As she soothed you.

"My heart hurts just from the thought I have to leave you here. But listen to me Visenya. You are the only one that can stop this. Try to reach him. Promise me."

You're here to prevent a war. And it's not doing great. Aegon is absent from you. Ignoring you with his every step.

As you lower down to the ground, you could always see on the faces of the dragon keepers that they were surprised that you didn't escape. That you didn't flee from this hell.

You slide down from your dragon and lean your head against hers. "Kirimvose ñuha gevives." Thank you my beauty.

Your dragon purred a growl to you leaning her head and nudging you. You loved her and it was you and her always. You notice your husband standing just a few feet away. His dragon, Sunfyre nuzzled his tip of the nose against Aegon.

That's when you see a smile. Beautiful smile was plastered on Aegon's face. Something in you stirred. You pat your dragons neck as you walk over to your husband, faded smile making it's way on your lips.

"He's magnificent." Aegon suddenly heard your soft voice behind him. When was the last time you said something to him? When was the last time he said something to you? He couldn't remember and it made him shocked that you even spoke to him. His eyes never left Sunfyre as he embraced the beast.

"He truly is." You heard him. When was the last time you heard his voice? When was the last time he heard yours? You didn't remember.

Your eyes didn't leave his face. To see a good emotion on him was truly rare. "You're pretty when you smile."

He froze. Did he hear you right? He was trying so damn long to make you hate him, for you to kill him and here he blew everything up, by a fucking smile?

"I wish you safe ride, husband." You lastly said as you leaved him. You knew that he wasn't bad to the core. You knew he was man starved of love. His mother never gave it to him. You knew that all she knew was to yell, scream out his mistakes and even strike a slap across his beautiful face. There was a twinge of sadness in your hear for him.

You didn't see or hear from him for the rest of the day. You didn't even think that he would come before you fell asleep. You stood by the window, undoing the last braid in your hair looking outside at silent world when you heard the doors opening.

Your head turned just a little surprise stroke you as you saw your husband entering your shared room, without any odor of wine or whores. He seemed... Normal.

Aegon found his seat on your shared bed, turned to face you. He watches your figure through your night gown. Moonlight making your face gleam with beauty your mother gave you, your hair seemed to shine. You looked too beautiful and too pure for him. He was broken. Dirty and broken from the inside. A black hole seemed to fill him everyday. It made him sick in the stomach now, to think he was ruining you.

"Why?" You heard him whisper. Your eyes found his, confusion placed on your face. "What?"

"Why?" His voice was soft, silent, kind of a broken. "Why don't you end me? Why don't you hate me? I ruined you. I took your mothers throne. I come to your bed drunk, I cheated on you and I-" He cut himself as he lowered his head down, frown on his face. "I've never been gentle with you. Why haven't you ended me by now?"

Your heart broke hearing him. You stood in front of him soon and your hands cupped his cheeks, lifting his head up. You saw pain and void in his violet eyes. "You're my husband Aegon. Everything you do, doesn't matter. You can't hurt me. I know you don't want to."

"You should've killed me."

"Can't do it. I'm your wife." He couldn't do anything to make you hate him. It drew him mad. How couldn't he fall under your pretty foot?

"Then you know your duties." He tried again, last time, he promised himself. He wanted to try to make him hate you one last time, but when a smile reached your soft features, he stopped himself.

"I do." You sat down on his lap, your legs on each of his sides, your night gown pulled up. When your lips cupped his finally, he felt like he was in heaven, something alike a soft whimper left his lips as your hands reached down and undo his pants pulling him out and stroking him slowly.

He finally starts to kiss back, his hands finding your waist holding you close. You lift yourself up and pull him by your entrance.

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You walk towards his chamber at a quick pace. You just wanted to check on him. The pressure he was under these days took the most of him, and you noticed the circles around his eyes getting darker. Today there was no exception. A long day for your dear uncle.

You didn't wait to knock, you didn't wait for the guards to open the doors for you. You just walked in. You saw him by the window, his hand holding the bridge of his nose. "What now!?" He snapped.

You rised your eyebrows at him, walking further into his room. "It's just me." His lilac eyes met yours for a second as he let out a tired breath. "Wanted to check on you." His eyes were tired. His hair is a mess. He turns away to a balcony with a frustrated sigh.

"I don't need checking." There he was, always pushing you away. When the two of you were kids you couldn't even spend a day without each other. Always together, always in trouble. As you grew older, as your mothers got into a even bigger mess, you grew apart a little. "Don't care. Still wanted to check on you."

You walk over to him and slide your hands on his back to his shoulders and start to put pressure. Simple massage. Aegon's shoulders were tense and stiff, he wanted to push your hands away but instead of doing that his head drops, a small groan escaped his lips as he felt the pressure in his shoulders release slowly. "And I told you, I'm fine," he grunts, though doesn't stop you from massaging his shoulders.

A smirk tugs on your lips. "You didn't. Even if you did, I don't believe you. Come, sit uncle. Relax." You softly push him towards a chair next to a fireplace. You knew him. From the outside he was cold, but from the inside.. He was touch starved man. He wanted someone to understand him.

His eyes turn to you as you speak, he was about to protest and tell you that he didn’t need to be told what to do, but when your hands pushed his shoulder, he decided against it and sat down.

"Are you happy now?" He asked as his head leaned back so that he could look at you, a scowl on his handsome face. You puff and shake your head, your hands swiftly finding his shoulders again. Your fingers soon found his scalp and started to massage it.

His eyes remained on your face as you massaged him and played with his hair, his eyelids started to grow heavy because of your fingers. He closed his eyes, groaning a little when your fingers tugged through his locks.

The sound of annoyance left his mouth, but he secretly loved it when you played with his hair, it was one of his guilty pleasure.

”Stop that.” He mumbled, his body growing more relaxed under your touch. You knew he didn't want you to stop by the goosebumps that went through him as you start to go to his neck. "You want me to stop, Aegon?"

"Yes." A lie. He knew he was lying. He wanted you to keep going. To keep your soft hands ob his body. To touch every inch of him. You were his escape. His ticket out. And the thing is, he didn't want to loose you by doing something stupid. He didn't want you to see that his pants are becoming more tight on him. That he is holding back from pulling you onto him to touch your body.

"Make me stop then." His jaw clenched as you continued to touch him and he finally opened his eyes, only to look up at you again.

"I'm warning you." He breathed, a small shiver run through his body, clearly enjoying your touch. Your fingers traced down his neck, to his chest passing the half opened shirt on him. "Or what?"

His breathing grew heavier, and you could see his chest move with every breath. He swallowed, trying to come up with a good response but failing to do so because all he wanted was to feel your hands on him.

"I'll-“ he began, his voice huskier than usual. He cleared his throat, trying to sound confident but the way your nails glided down to his chest and over the fabric of his shirt made him feel a lot of things at once.

"Kesā gaomagon skoros?" You'll what? You taunt him. You knew his Valyrian wasn't the best, but you loved to tease him like this. You saw how his bulge started to show, and soon as you sat on his lap, each leg by his side, you felt it.

He knows you're doing it on purpose. He knows what a little tease you are. His eyes shot up to yours as he groans. He's frustrated. He wanted to have you, all to himself. You were only his to have. No other man deserves your attention like he does. Like he craves. He slides his hands onto your legs, feeling the softness. He reaches your waist and rests them there. "Niece."

He was warning you. He felt like he was going to give in his pleasures any moment. He couldn't. You were the only thing he wanted to have right. You were his only treasure. His future in this damn life he didn't want, but for you, he would live it.

"Gaomā daor jaelagon nyke naejot keligon. Skoro syt naejot indigon nyke qrīdrughagon?" You don't want me to stop. Why pushing me away? You get even more comfortable on his lap by pulling your hips against his. His length rubbing against you as you do so.

That's where he shot up, pulled you closer to him grabbing your chin between his fingers and pulling you down onto him, your faces just inches away.

He was raging inside. He wanted to take you here and now for acting like such a brat. "Fuck, speak to me so I can understand you." A gasp left your lips as you are surprised by his action. "I wish to take you, how I wish. But I can't. I don’t want to. I wish to wait. I wish to have you the right way. You and me, with a ring on each of our hands. I will wait until I am yours, and you are mine."

As a daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, you were supposed to find a man who would take your hand in marrige. It's your duty to be wed away. Your grandfather Viserys, he made a royal gathering to find the best suitor for you.

The real problem is, you had one in your eyes.

Aegon Targaryen. Your uncle. It looked like history was repeating itself, thinking how your mother fell for Daemon. Targaryens always had traditions that others found weird, but to keep the blood pure, sometimes you have to do what you have to do. Even Alicent, who first was against it, was thinking of marrige between Aegon and Haelena. In the end, Haelena got married to Aemond.

As you stand in the corner of the room, you see how a lot of men are having their eyes on you. Eating ypu with the looks of desire and need for power. You were just a pawn to them. Greedy bastards only wanted to have a little part in the game of getting closer to the crown. The sad truth is that they had no idea what it meant to be on the top.

You're always watched. Can't have a moment for yourself. Every step that you take is carefully watched by everyone. Every desicion is important and there is no place for mistakes. And as for women? You knew you were here for them to just spread your legs and give them a new heir. They didn't care for you. They didn't want you for love. Just to use you.

"Pretty boring out here, isn't it princess?" There is a low voice next to your ear and you can't help but smile as shiver runs down your spine. "I should be honored, my prince." Your eyes met his lilac. "After all, this is for my engagement."

Aegon scoffs, his eyes scanning the place. "Yes, but to whom?" His eyebrow rises as he takes a step closer, brushing the lock of hair from your face. "Neither of them are worthy of you."

Your breath hitched as your lips parted for a bit."And who is it then? I am nothing but a tool." Aegon looks at you, something battleing inside of his eyes. They always seemed distant, but when he talked to you, it felt like everything made sense back.

You were the only one to understand his pain. To understand his preassure. Who said he wanted to be a damn king as his mother was expecting him to be? Who said he wanted this life? His mother was always preaparing him for the big role he didn't wanted. To hell, his father didn't even look at him and he had to be ready to be a king?

"You are so much more than that." His fingers grazed beneath your chin, barely touching it leaving a ghost feeling underneath. His thumb crosses over your lips. The feeling of his rough skin on your soft lips made you feel like it was supposed to be like that. For your lips to belong to him. To any part of him. He glanced away, clenching his jaw. He was in a deep thought as he walked off.

Your eyes follow him as he gets lost in a crowd. You felt like you should've ran after him. You wanted to, but you were sceptic.

"Why is such a lady standing alone?" My head turns to see one of the lords over. Tyland Lannister. You never liked Lannisters. In your eyes, they were just a one more pawn that wanted to become a closer to a king. Maybe even to become a king.

"Just enjoying the gathering, my lord." You give him a polite smile. You didn't want to engage the conversation, but he seemed too interested in you. "Well, the night is long, and the songs are delightfull like you. Would you give me an honor, and give me your hand for a dance?" He chuckled extending his hand out.

You clench your jaw your lips in a thin line. "I really don't feel like dancing, my lord." His face changed to a frown. "Oh, am I not worth of a dance with your grace?" Something bubbled in you with his words. Anger, for him to use a guilt card. You didn't want to make a scene. You were a royalty afer all.

"That is not what I said, my lord." You take his hand. "Of course I would like to dance." There was a smug smile on his lips. You knew what he wanted. His grip got more like a possesive one as he pulled you onto the dance floor. His other hand held the small of your back. It felt like he was holding you too tight. Like he held you with greed.

Despite you trying to hide your discomfort, Tyland pulls you even closer and held you tightly to him. The two of you danced in a dead silence. You started to look around the place, trying to find someone to save you. To get you away. Your eyes searching around, it seemed like you were looking for a specific person. "Something is on your mind, princess?"

You look up to him giving him a fake sweet smile. "Not at all." When you look away, your eyes finally meet his with a pleading look in them. Aegon as soon as he catched your eye, stopped in his tracks and seemed to process the situation. He starts to make his way towards you, his eyes never leaving yours.

As Tyland takes you in for a spin, you extend your hand and Aegon takes it pulling you away and swaying off with you in a dance.

Aegon seemed proud with a smug smirk on his lips. "Tief." You say under your breath, feeling how he held you much more gentle as the two of you took off in a dance.

Aegon laughs heartly at your statement shaking his head. "You seemed like you needed rescuing." You nod your head, gazing up at him."You stole my heart, you stole me from my dancing partner. What is next?"

Aegon grins at your words, enjoying the playful banter between you. He spins you around, pulling you back against him as you continue the dance.

"I'm a greedy man, my princess," he says with a smirk, his hand on your back slipping lower for just a moment before resuming its usual position. "I'll steal whatever I can get my hands on."

His eyes never left yours. There was a glint of something in them. "Stop looking at me like that."

Aegon raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider at your words. "Like what?" He asks innocently, though the mischievous glint in his eyes betrays him. You have to bite the smile that wanted to escape your lips. "Like I'm a dinner."

"Oh, believe me, my princess, you're a feast fit for a king." He leans in a little closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "And I'd happily devour every last bit of you." He pulls you impossibly closer, his hold on you possessive but tender at the same time. "Can you blame me for admiring you so? You're far too captivating to ignore." A chuckle escapes your lips.

"Va moriot gīmigon se paktot udir, gaomagon ao daor?" You're always finding the right words, aren't you? His eyes glanced down to your lips as he leaned his head to the side. He hums, you knew he enjoyed when you switched to Valyrian."Ñuha jorrāelagon, you're going to be a death to me." His voice just above a whisper. it was raspy and deep as you look at him in a haze through your lashes.

He leans in closer, his own eyes flickering down to your lips before meeting yours again, a mix of fondness and desire in his expression. "You keep looking at me like that, and I'll have to claim my future wife right here and then." He mumurs softly.

Your lips part in a shock. "Since when am I your future wife?" He smirks smugly, pulling you in, his face just inches away from yours.

A/N This one is smuttish a..lot? I took some time from writing, because I didn't have anything in my head. No inspo. This is what came with a song; Bad Omens; The Death of Peace of Mind I hope you enjoy.

I made another mistake, thought I could change Thought I could make it out Promises break, need to hear you say You're gonna keep it now

You and Ghost were fuck buddies, nothing more. That was until you both started to feel something towards each other. That's when you begged Price to give you other tasks, to send you on different kinds of missions. You were avoiding him. He took notice of that, and it made him feel mixed emotions.

This was finally the longest that you were on a mission. The last time the two of you saw each other was 6 months ago. The last time you two had touched each other was 9 months ago. It made you only crave for the man more.

I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you touch, the way you taste

Those hot nights, where you would whimper his name. "Simon, please Simon." Were the whispers that you could moan out from all the pleasure he gave you as he pushed deep into you from the back, one of his huge hands holding your waist as the other was between your legs, making you grind against his cock more.

His groan echoed in the room. "That's right. Keep that mouth full of my name. That's the only one you will remember for some time." His deep voice could be heard behind you and it made you arch your back even more for him. "Yes, sir!" You cry out feeling closer and closer to your high.

His hand would catch the grip on your hair and pull it, so you would look in the mirror. You saw your red face that was wet from the sweat. Your eyes are in a haze as you look at him and how he thrusts into you. Each one was harder and harder. All you could see was his mask. "Look at yourself. Look how much of a good girl you are being for me, hm?" He would grunt into the night.

When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

You walk back, feeling a little tired and sore from the flight back. You go straight to Price's office. As you enter, Price is already in a room with someone. Your heart skipped a beat and your mouth dried.

"Y/N! Good to see that you came in one piece back home." Price told you, not feeling the tension rising in the room. When you met Ghost's icy look, it felt like you couldn't move. Like you were frozen in place as all those feelings came back to you.

You're in the walls that I made with crosses and frames Hanging upside down For granted, in vain, I took everything I ever cared about

Being on such long missions always meant that you were alone with your thoughts. What did you think about? Was it Simon?

Every night, it felt like he was next to you. It felt like his fingers traced from your lips to your pussy. It felt like he pumped them in and out. The feeling your fingers did, it just wasn't the same. You needed him. You needed his touch so badly. You moaned his name every night, trying to get yourself off at the memory of him.

It all just made it worse for your feelings towards him.

I miss the way you say my name The way you bend, the way you break Your makeup running down your face The way you fuck, the way you taste

You could still remember when the two of you came back from an undercover mission. You had to dress up and make the mafia boss fall for your charm.

When Ghost heard your soft whispers, when he saw your soft touches when he heard your low chuckles.. It made him go mad. His cock twitched. On the other hand, you were doing it all a little bit more to piss him off. He knew it.

So when he called you to his office, you were pinned to the wall. "Let's see how can you make it up and apologize with that pretty mouth of yours."

You were on your knees for him. At one point, his hands held your head as he fucked your mouth.

He pulled you up and bent you over the table. His hands held yours behind your back as he fucked you raw on his table. Your dress was ripped apart. Your whole body was screaming for more of him as you tried to keep your moans and screams in. "I'm gonna make you forget every man, this cock is the only thing that will be in your mind for a long time, love."

When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

After you filled Price in, you stormed out of his office, trying to run away from Simon. You can't do this now, because you're aching for him.

You even went pass Gaz and Soap with a quick 'hi'.

When the curtains call the time Will we both be satisfied? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

The fight between the two of you was still clear in your head.

You were holding your head in your hands as you were seated on the bed. Your heart was beating fast as you thought of what to say to him. The door opens and you look up to see tired eyes behind a skull mask.

He didn't need a second to see that something was wrong. "Y/N, what's going on?" His voice rang in the room and it made you feel even worse.

"I- I have to go Ghost." He was silent, but you could tell that there was a frown behind his mask. "Wha-"

"Ghost I have to go away from you. We have to stop." He took a few steps towards you. "We're in too deep to stop." You put your hand up and he stopped in front of you.

"No, you don't understand Si, I'm falling." With one look in your eyes, both of you knew that you were fucked.

A moment of silence, and then the chaos got out. A lot of words were said that weren't meant. A lot of feelings got spilled out and it ended with you storming out and slamming the door.

You come and go in waves Leaving me in your wake You come and go in waves Swallowing everything

He was always there, in the back of your head. No matter what you did, no matter what you tried. He was fucking you and loving you in the back of your mind.

Are you satisfied? Love's the death of peace of mind Mind, mind

Was this what you wanted? To be alone? To be left alone by him?

When the curtains call the time Will we both go home alive? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

As you were walking through the hall, a pair of strong arms pulled you into an empty room. His body was pressed against yours as he pinned you to the wall. His skull mask was already moved a little so his lips crashed against yours. The need for him screamed in you as you pulled him closer, your breathing getting heavy.

When the curtains call the time Will we both be satisfied? It wasn't hard to realize Love's the death of peace of mind

You whimper. "Simon-" He smashes his lips again against his as his arms explore your body. "Shut up and let me give you all the love you have missed in these months. I'll make you mine again and you're not fucking runnin' away love." His gruff voice was heard and you did it. You let yourself to him. He was the one you craved so much. He was your need, your drug.

Ugh, this sucks, but I'll leave it here. My motivation to write is at zero. There's none of it. Also I'm thinking about writing for other fandoms too, so I can take a little break from COD, because I have no motivation for it.

The mission you went on, got south, so you and Ghost had to run. Terrorists got the information of the two of you being there and you barely got your heads out. You got shot in your shoulder in the action. The two of you got to the nearest safehouse, which was an hour and a half distant away. Good thing Ghost found a motorbike and the two of you rushed away. The pain in your shoulder didn’t help, but you had to hold onto the muscular man, to be close to him as you escaped.

Soon, the two of you reached the safe house. It took a good 40 minutes, but you managed it. When Ghost got off the motorbike, his eyes met yours in a hint of worry. The pain in your shoulder made you feel weak as adrenaline wore out and you felt the pain more and more flowing through you.

He helped you down and, to your surprise, he took you in his arms. Here's the deal, you like your Lieutenant, you like him a lot and moments like this are fatal to you, because you think that there are just seconds away for you to blow up. There were a few times that he looked at you he showed something to you, a little feeling in his eyes that wanted to betray him and show emotion, but he always found an excuse and turned away. You're glad for that. You can't bond. You're not allowed. You can't lose anyone else in your life.

Ghost put you down on a couch and rushed to find first aid. You grimace at the pain and lean a little on your good shoulder. "You know Lt., I can walk. I'm shot in my shoulder, not my leg." He walked back getting everything he needed. "Shut up and take your shirt off." His eyes looked at the wound. "Don't. You can't lift up your arm. I'll cut the fabric." You look at him through your lashes.

"And what will I wear around?" He grumbles under his breath something that you didn't catch and already rips the shirt from your sleeve to your shoulder with, scissors.

"You'll walk around naked." His eyes didn't even look up at you, but were fixed on your wound. The good thing is that, because you didn't know how to react. There were a few minutes of silence as he started to patch you up and you hissed when he put alcohol on your wound.

"I don't think that's appropriate, Lieutenant." He was silent for some time. His breathing was steady and deep, making you concentrate on it instead of the pain and the needle that is now going through your skin. 

He finished and started to bandage you up. "Why do you never call me Ghost?" It took you by surprise, and you flinched at the question. "I uh, I'm keeping it professional." Lame excuse.

"Banshee, give me a proper answer." You glance at him. "Well, this is also a proper one." Your heart is beating. You never called him Ghost. You know his name is Simon Riley. You never said it out loud. It was always Lieutenant or Sir. He was finished and, finally, the two of you locked your eyes. "Thank you Sir." He's staring down at you. He leans over to you, just inches from your ear.

"Banshee. Y/N. Say my name, just once. I want to hear it." Your breath hitched. You've never seen him like this. You've never heard him talk like this. You didn't know how to react.

"I just... I can't sir."

"Tell me why then."

You pull back to look at him. His eyes looked ready for anything that you would say to him. It is full of emotions that you can't read. His hands dipped the couch beneath you as you sat between them. He dominated over you. It made you want to tell him everything. For a second there, you were hesitating.

"Soap is always bugging me. Why did I get called Banshee? Banshee is a mythological being that brings death. Lt. It screams and you know that death is coming. Everytime in my lifetime I sad the nane of a loved one person, they end up dead. I bring death anywhere I go, I am fucking death." His eyes shifted over you. You felt your heart pounding faster with each second you were this close to him.

I died a long time ago, baby. Say my name." his hand found place on your tight, gripping it and giving it a squeeze. Your stomach flipped and heat started to wash over you. His fingers sneaked around and found a way in your trousers. They pushed away panties and he dipped in.

"Say it. Y/N. Say it." a moan escaped your lips as he worked you over. "I can't sir."

He stopped and leaned over your ear, his mask touching your cheek as his raspy voice ringed over.

"You here to finish me off, sweetheart?"

A/N

This one took a turn and it's 18+!

To be honest, I don't know what to think of it, just hope it's not as bad as it is, it's a little longer so, part 2?

Also thought of writing somehow really soft Ghost in one of these, lately I don't have that much ideas, so if you have any requests, just ask them! I'm in! Enjoy!

Bullets fell like rain all around you as you found a hiding spot behind a brick wall. Heart pounding in chest like a drum constantly. Your team mates are all over the place, trying to take a position to push back the enemy. There is a cut on your arm, but thanks to adrenaline rushing through you, you barely feel it and push it through reloading your gun. There were more of them than you thought they'd be, and there was a tingle of worry in your chest.

You weren't sure when Ghost did get hit, but you were sure you suddenly saw Gaz pulling him behind a wall trying to dodge the bullets. Everything stopped for you when you noticed that it was really bad. He was holding the area around his chest and barely pulled himself to help Gaz a little with his weight.

"Ghost is down! Pull back!" Price yelled, and you could hear worry in his voice too. "They're everywhere, we have nowhere to go!" Soap chimed in, being totally right. They were like ants, all over the place.

Grenade flew. Not just anywhere, but in front of Gaz and Ghost.

You don't know how you got to the point of making that quick decision, you don't know how you managed to get there in time, but you leaped towards them without a doubt.

You threw grenade back and went behind the wall with them. Gaz looked at you all frozen in spot. Ghost's eyes were wide open. Grenade exploded. You look behind and aim. Two of them, down. You leap from the old hiding spot to the new one.

Three, down.

You look up to the balcony.

Two more, down.

As you kept going, you didn't even hide, but you walked towards them shooting.

A fear came over you. A fear of losing your teammates. Fear of losing Ghost. You never actually told him about your feelings. You did flirt, but it was a mask, or so you made him think so. He never knew the growth you felt for him. The feelings in you. No. He wouldn't accept it. He doesn't want to be bound, and neither should you. You've already lost so much.

"Push them back, Banshee has them!" Price yells in comms, while he and Soap suddenly appear next to you shooting.

Slowly, every enemy was down.

When all of you came back, you didn't think much of how reckless you were today, Price didn't say anything so you assumed you were okay. If he thought that you made some mistake, he would've already woped your ass for it.

So you sat at your bed, bandaging your arm and leg. In all that fight, of course you couldn't get out without a little bullet hole, but you managed.

A knock on your door made you jump a little, but you continued changing the bandage on your leg. "Come in."

There was a pause, but door opened and you never expected him to walk through them. Ghost closed the door behind him and stood there. His mask still on his face, in a grey t-shirt so his tattoos are visible on his arm and dark jeans. You frown at the man, stopping with your motions.

"Ghost? What the hell are you doing here, you should be resting at the medical wing?" You rose up ignoring a stinging pain in your leg. His eyes shifted to it. They looked tired and cold, but still, some stern look was in them. He was silent as he walked towards you. He pulled a chair from your table and put it in front of you as he sat on it. His big hands find your wrist and he pulls you down so you sit back. He takes the bandage from you and starts to wrap it around you himself.

You're still speechless. You don't know how to react so you remain silent. When he was finished, he took a deep breath, not looking up.

"You can't do that." His rough voice made you shiver a little. "Do what?" You are confused and don't understand what's he meaning. "You can't run around like that, acting like kamikaze. You're not on a suicide mission." He looks up, his eyes narrowed, a little anger showing up.

You sigh. "Well, first of all, Kamikaze were suicide pilots, I'm a soldier, and second of all, I.." You trail off cutting yourself under his heavy stare. "You what?" He's becoming impatient.

"It doesn't matter, you should go rest Lt. you've been-" You shut your mouth as he grabs your chin a little roughly. "I give orders here, Y/N. You. What?" He grumbles under his breath. His eyes stare at you like they're gonna swallow you whole.

"I don't care what happens to me, Ghost." His eyes go little softer at that. "I don't care anymore about my life. All I did today was keep you and Gaz safe. You matter." He didn't move. He didn't glance away. He stood there in a trance.

What you didn't expect him to do is to push you down on a bed, your eyes wide as he towers over you. "You think you don't matter? Fucking hell, I'll show you how I think you do."

His hand came in contact with your clothed area making you gasp. "Ghost-" His other hand uncovered a little of his mouth and his lips crashed into yours as he made slow circles on your clothed clit.

You let out a moan in his mouth and he groans. You grow hot under him. You crave for the touches he makes even more. Unthinkable was happening and you really hoped this wasn't a fucking dream. He pulls your shorts and panties away, now skin to skin making you push yourself against his hand.

"You're dirty little lass, aren't you? Look at you, already dripping wet rubbing against my hand, begging me to fuck you with your pussy. You want it that badly, don't you?" As you're trying to find the right words, his fingers tease your entrance, making you loose your words. All you could do was nod. He pulls you by your chin making you look up into his eyes. "I asked you a question, and I expect you to answer me." He growls out. You bite your lip.

"Fuck, yes sir." You furrow your brows as he hums. "Good girl." His fingers enter you and start pumping you. Your head falls back in all of it making you moan even more. "Fuck- Ghost."

"That's it, tell me am I making you feel good, hm?" As he pumps you in and out, he places his thumb on your clit and starts to drive it in circles. "Yes, yes sir you are." He chuckles. If he wasn't finger fucking you you'd be shocked, but man, it just took you closer to finishing. "You gonna finish already baby, hm? Come on, do it. I know you want it. I know you've been waiting for it. I know you need it as much as I do. Come on Y/N." As he said your name, you shook under him feeling pleasure washing all over you leaving you breathless.

You feel him pulling away from you and you prop yourself on your elbows looking at him all confused. He unblucks his belt looking down at you like a predator.

A/N

This one is comfort and comfort and comfort! I'm a little into my feelings today, so you're getting this. Sorry not sorry, we need a little of a soft Ghost too. Hope you like it and enjoy your day!

Numb. That's all that you felt. Numbness. There are no feelings of regret, of sadness, of fear. There is a void. Void in your head and heart. Today, you almost lost not only yours, but Ghost's life. It was an ambush and the two of you were alone. You risked your life for him, and barely made it. There was a deeper cut on your leg that medic has patched up. You didn't even feel the pain. It all reminds you of your team before 141.

You lost them all. Again in ambush. They all died before your eyes as you were betrayed. It was hard to go through the loss, and to think that you could've lost him, it scared you.

You and Ghost never had feelings between the two of you. You mostly get off some stress out on each other by fucking endless. He was an animal in bed and he satisfied all your needs, as you did his. You didn't think that the feelings would eventually come, but they did. They've been here for awhile, but you never said anything. You knew he would back down, avoid you, so you never said anything.

But today, you almost lost him. You risked everything for him, and you were unsure what to do next.

So you walked. More exact, you limped. You limped towards his room, only feeling your heart beating in your chest. The only thought was him.

You are in love. In love with a man that you don't even know what he looks like. With a man who fucked you every day. With a man that is your Lieutenant.

At his door, you are debating your decision to come here. Should you knock? Should you turn around? Should you just ignore the feelings in you? You knew you should've suppressed them, you should do it even now, because with the life you're living, well... It can't end well. You're living on the edge, dancing with death with every step, all you have to wait is for the dance to stop.

Everything connected to love was taken from you, so, can you give yourself some through him?

Before you decided what to do, the door of his room opened. As your eyes met, the blood rushed through you to your face. He had his balclava on, in a green shirt and pants. He looked casual, but still hot. "Hey." You're the first one to break the silence. His eyes gazed upon your face, scanning it all over. He didn't say a thing. His hand found your wrist and gently pulled you into his room, the door softly clicked behind you. The two of you were in the dark, the only light was coming from the small window and all you could see was his silhouette. His palm found your face as he softly touched it, the other one found your waist.

Little to say that you are confused, because this man has never shown this side of himself. Mostly he would touch your other body parts, but mostly because of sex. Never did he touch your face so gently. Never was he so soft.

In the dark, you could see his hand uplift and go to his face. You weren't sure what he was doing, not until you felt his lips on yours. The weirdest part is that he has never kissed you.

Kissing meant feelings, and feelings weren't acceptable. But you wanted them to be, so you kissed him back, with all your feelings, with all the love you felt for him. He gave it all back. Your heart was pounding in your chest, head was spinning with everything that was happening, all until he pulls away and backs down.

You frown at him, completely confused and breathless. "Ghost?" He groans and walks away from you, turning his back. "What's wrong?" Your voice was above a whisper. It sounded soft and vulnerable. You never showed it anywhere, and he made you soft. He made you vulnerable.

"I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry. It's a mistake." His rough voice cut through the air like a knife. It hurt a little to hear that, but you already knew him. He always pushes everyone out, so you aren't angry at him. You understood his response.

"I'm not. I don't think it's a mistake." In a few slow steps, you found yourself behind him. You can see his dark statue shake its head and his shoulders fall a little.

"You don't understand. I... You can't change me, Banshee." You frown. You know that. Not like anyone could change you also. "I never wanted that. I would never even think about it. I can love you as you are. Ghost I. I'm falling for who you are."

He stiffened. Crap. You made a mistake. You shouldn't have said that. You ruined it, didn't you? You ruined even a little of what you had.

As he turned towards you, your heart skipped a beat. He was close again. "You can't love a monster, Y/N." There was pain in his voice, you could feel it. So your hand found his clothed cheek. "Only a monster could love a monster, Simon."

A minute of silence and no movement. Then his arm lifted up and he pulled his mask off. Of course in the dark you couldn't see anything, but a silhouette of his hair and head.

His lips crashed against yours, pulling you in, dragging you in. His hands found your cheeks and held them softly. His body pressed against you and pushed you gently towards his bed.

When your legs touched the corner of the bed, he pulled off and gently lay you down. He is on top of you now, rubbing against you, kissing you with all the passion you didn't even know he had in him, making you crave him even more.

A/N

Favorite part of the day; sipping coffe in the morning while writting before the work. Hope you enjoy your day with a little of Ghost in your mind.

And to be clear, this isn't a fic or anything, I'm just calling a reader a Banshee for a code name, if you want to have another code name just imagine it. Also thinking about writting a little fluff/sad/comfort about why is reader called Banshee in my works, so probbably it'll be out too.

Also thought about writting a fic on Wattpad, but I'm slow with other of my works so don't know about that one. Anyway, enjoy your reading!

Being in army meant you had to follow orders. You had to follow orders from people you didn't like, because they were above you. It made you go into a rage mode sometimes. You don't understand why your team had to listen to fucking Graves because he's the biggest a-hole you've seen arround. He was too into himself, his face was screaming arrogant bitch, his nose was so up in the sky that you could count the hairs in it. You hated him. You never trusted him. You never liked how his eyes gazed upon you, like you're some piece of meat he was waiting for chew into, but never could.

Even when he tried, there was a big ass man standing near you, in full gear, with a skull mask on his face. Ghost. That man is making you droll with every step he takes, but you will never admit that out loud, because you will lose the bet between you and Soap.

It happened on another training day when you were left in the middle of the rainforest. You were all sorted into teams and you were teamed up with Gaz. Gaz is the silent one, but he was talkative in the right company. You had to reach the safehouse and grab the dog tags while eliminating other teammates by making them surrender in a duel. The two of you were making great progress, all until you ran into Soap and Ghost.

That's where it got tricky. Soap leaped at you and you pulled him over your shoulders, making him fall on his back. He tried to get up but you spun over and got his head under the preassure of your tights. You looked up at Ghost who stood there, like he was waiting for you to finish with Soap. You saw the way his eyes roamed over your curves. How you hold Soap between your legs.

When the poor Scot realized he couldn't take it anymore, he tapped your leg and finally was freed. Big boy's turn. Before he could do anything, Gaz jumped at him and tackled him to the ground. "Banshee, go! If you get the dog tags, we win!" You did debate for a minute, but you knew Gaz was right, so you ran.

You ran as fast as your legs could carry you. It was in front of you and you barged in, breathing heavily. There are stairs so you go to take the first step on them, but as soon as you do, someone tackles you on the ground. Hands pinned you down as your legs were trapped between his. You look up to see a skull mask that you liked. How the hell did he get so fast here?

"You're done." he whispered. You shake your head. "Not until I give up. Sir." You tried your best to keep your voice calm, because under his gaze, you weren't sure if you could hold yourself.

Something clicked in your head, so you lifted your head up and put pressure on his little mate. Maybe not so little?

His eyes got little wider, his pupils grew and shrunk. "Careful now." Ghost grunted. "I'm always careful sir." You put more pressure on it and he groans, suddenly moving your legs apart and him being in between them, pressing against your core. You gasp in shock.

"I'm not, so don't play with things you can't finish." you breathe out as warm feeling rushes through you. "Who said I can't?" There was an intense stare between the two of you.

But Price's voice cut you off by saying someone won the thing that you completely forgot about.

From then on, the two of you were always teasing each other with those kinds of things.

Man can get horny being in the army not not getting some, but boy, when you get teased around on some random Tuesday, all day, you get ready to fuck a man in front of everyone.

If it wasn't for Graves getting on your nerves.

He stood in front of you, with a smug smile across his face that made you sick in the stomach. "I need you to get me some files from the other room. I might come into the aid too." You roll your eyes at the man.

"Then go get them yourself." You look over the dark eyes that have been watching you two. He was always watching. Making sure no bounds were crossed.

"Come on Banshee, you could use a help of an American man, don't you think?" His eyebrow lifts, lips go into a grin that uplifts the scar on his cheek. This man didn't even feel safe.

A thing came across your mind and devishly smile found your face. "No, I prefer Brits." Your eyes skipped to the big boy in the corner, with his hands across his chest, mask steadily on his face and eyes that were staring you down. He is on it.

Graves groans and rolls his eyes. "Fuck them Brits." A chuckle escapes your chest. "Oh my, I just might."

You take few steps towards the door and look over Ghost with darkened eyes. "Wanna give a hand with paperworks Lt?" He stood there for a second, then in a few rough steps walked over you and pushed you out of the room. His large hand found your wrist as he pulled you into another room, that's away from Graves.

A/N

So, this is first one of me on Tumblr. Still not sure how this really works, so I hope I did good for first time.

Usually I write on wattpad, but I wanted to try something new and do some one-shots.

Sorry for the mistakes, or grammar english is not my first language, but I hope you enjoy this. And I'm open for requests!

Ghost wasn't easy on anyone. Including you. Wasn't easy from the first day that you entered the room, joining the team. You don't blame him entirely. You didn't like him either.

At least that's what you kept telling yourself.

He's been on your mind lately, and it annoyed you. The way his hooded eyes watched your every step. The way he stands close to you when the two of you argue over anything. The way he walks. The way his hips sway. The way he is huge before you. He was the giant that seemed to wait to crush you under his foot.

But you? Oh you were the little thorn in his eye. You knew how to give him hell out there. You were so stubborn and he couldn't gain control over you. You were sure that's the reason he couldn't stand you. You didn't let him bark you around. You couldn't be silent.

And now, it made him go mad.

Price sent you Ghost and Soap to a mission. You and Soap went well togehter, the two of you talked through the whole mission. That's what got on Ghost's nerves, there wasn't even a minute of silence. Most of the time, you don't even want to talk that much, but you loved doing it because it was going on his nerves.

The three of you had to question one of the puppets of mafia to find out where the boss is hiding. He got to codes of important locations and he had to be eliminated.

Ghost throws pictures on the table. It was younger man, with brown styled hair up, facial beard that's neatly done and piercing cold blue eyes. He looks like he's in good shape and pretty good looking.

"Damian Ergala. He's the leader of a nightclub Midnight. Highly secured, can mostly be seen there. We can't just barge in and make a mess, it will end up everywhere and we're back at the beginning." Ghost spoke crossing his arms. His sleeves were pulled back so his tattoos are visible and his arms are flexing. It made you look for a bit.

"So what we do then? Go in and get him while he's all alone?" Soap frowns looking at the two of you. You shake your head, coming to an idea. "Negative. He's never alone if he has such a security. I've got one idea."

You meet Ghost's hooded eyes. He didn't look like he cared, but Soap was all ears. "Well, let's hear it we don't have whole damn day." Rolling your eyes at Ghost, you give a little devil smile at Soap.

You sit at the bar, loud music banging in your ears. There's a coctail in your hand that you ocassionaly bring to your red painted lips. You're at your best right now. Hair curled up sprayed on your shoulders, make up, luttle tight red dress and black heels. When you met with Soap and Ghost, Soap whisteled while Ghost was looking you up and down.

Soap should be somewhere near, while Ghost is watching your back from the shadows. You're waiting for Damian to show himself somewhere.

When you said your plan, Ghost didn't agree on first. He again didn't like it because it was your plan you thought. Soap said it was brilliant, and it would be easy. It was, and you should be over with it in a blink of an eye. And it made you feel relaxed, to get ready and go out even if it was for a mission. You don't remember when was the last time you were dolled up and gave yourself a chance to drink. Luckily it didn't have a bad influence on you, you could drink a lot without even getting buzzed.

A warm hand found the bare place of your back and your head turns slightly to see Soap looking you up and down. All part of an act of course.

"What a pretty lady like you does here all alone?" he leans a little closer so you can hear him over the music. Chuckle bubbles through you as you bite your lower lip. "Oh, you know. Just here to capture someone. Maybe kill him whatever." Soap laughs at you.

"Can the two of you focus?" Ghost's annoyed voice came through the earpiece. You roll your eyes. "Lt, don't be bitchy because you didn't get all the fun."

"That's not my kind of fun." Of course. Ghost wasn't a type of person that would go out and party. He wasn't the person to get wrecked and wasted. He is calm and steady. He is all nose in the work. You knew it and it made you like him. But you loved to tease him.

"Yeah we know, your kind of fun is being closed in your room in the dark, probbably touching yourself." Soap gave you a side eye and a little smile. You bite your lip. Okay, you would never say that to him, so probbably you had a little too much to drink.

"Banshee, focus on the mission more, and less on my night routine or else I'll bend you over and fucking beat your ass." Your face flushed and Soap laughed out loud. You clear your throat, as your eyes fell on a figure among the crowd. Damian entered the party.

You catch Soaps hand and pull him to the floor. "Let's dance pretty boy." The two of you were in the middle of dance floor, dancing with each other. Few times you had to put Soap's hands on your waist because he didn't want to make you feel bad, but if he didn't you wouldn't look convincing. Damian finally catched your eye, and looked as you lowered yourself down, never breaking the eye contact. "Banshee, calm down." Ghost's rough voice came again. "I'm going in." You pull away from Soap and walk through the crowd. Damian sat alone with bodyguards. As you approached, he spreaded his legs more and you swear you saw him flex his muscles. His bodyguards looked over him when you stopped in front of them, and he nodded to them.

Few minutes in, and you were seated next to him, his arm arround your shoulders, while his other hand found the inner of your leg. "What do you say we take this somewhere more private?" Your fake smile was all it took him to bring you into his private room.

His lips found your neck as his hands grabbed your ass. You laugh as you push him away. "Calm down tiger, you can't get everything at once." He groans and wants to take another step towards you, but you pull out a knife that was well hidden and put it to his throat. His eyes went wide and his breath hitched. "Oh, you didn't really think you'll get some, did you?" You rise your eyebrow. His brows furrowed and you can visibly see he's mad.

"You won't get far with the bodyguards at my door." Just then, the two men barged through the door. Glowed hand with skeleton print pulled the gun next to your head and he pulls himself closer to you so your breath hitches a little.

"Think twice." Ghost says into your ear and shiver runs down your back.

When it was all over you were retreated in your room, getting in some sweatpants and a top, washing all the makeup of you. Knock on your door took you by surprise. You open it to see one of the rookies. He jumps a little when you open the door with a little stern look. "Uh, sorry to disturb you, but Lt. Ghost asked for you." I frown at the young man. "For me, why? Where?" Why would he need you? You did pretty good job out there today. Maybe not pretty good for him.

"He didn't say. He's in his room."

As you stood in front of Ghost's doors, a lot of thoughts roamed through your head. What bothered him now? What did tick him now? You were all great today. You knock on his door, heart pounding when he answers to you to come in. The door closes behind you. He's sitting in his chair, his mask lifted while a cigar danced between his lips. He's still in his full gear, feet up on a table.

"You called?" He puffs a smoke and puts out the cigar. "Yeah." You shift in your place, not sure what to say. "I don't understand, why." He rises from his chair, slowly walking towards you like you're some kind of pray and he's going to eat you alive. His hips sway slowly as he comes closer. Now, inches between two of you, you're sure he can hear your heartbeat.

Suddenly, his hand held the back of your neck and he made you look up at him. "Why? Because you've been a bad girl today, Y/N." He said it. He said your name. You don't remember if he ever did, but when he did, it made shivers go down your back. "Looking so dolled up, dancing on my mate, flirting with the enemy, talking back at your Lt. You remember what I said to you?" Your chest rised faster with his words as you frown.

"What did you said, Simon?" You bit your lip as his eyes go wild. He let go of you and walks few steps away breathing deeply. He turns arround and looks at the table. Within a second, he pushes it with his leg and it stops in front of you. You confusedly look at it and then back at his eyes. Something shifted in them. Lust.