//Fuck Brits//Simon Ghost Riley
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.
He pushes you against the wall, his thigh rubbing against you as you look up at him, already flustered. "Time to actually fuck 'em Brits, don't you think?"
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