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Nov 28, 2023

Haunting Gaze (Chapter 2)

Ghost x afab!F Reader (non-descriptive, no y/n)

Rating: 18+/Explicit Words: 6.7k Summary: You learn just how blurred Simon's lines for business and pleasure really are. Tags for the Chapter: Voice Kink, Strength Kink, Size Difference, Praise Kink, Oral sex, Vaginal Fingering, Phone Sex, and Teasing.

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Something wasn’t right.

It wasn’t one thing, but a bunch of small ones. You were hearing more noise in the hallway than normal. The boys didn’t usually linger outside your door. Your sheets felt different. You don’t normally sleep completely naked on base.

Then you took a deep breath and you smelled him. Then a realization hit you like a bus. That woke you up faster than having cold water dumped on you.

This was Simon’s bed. You slept with Ghost. You groaned and pressed your hands against your face. You couldn’t even blame it on the alcohol, you were barely tipsy by the time he confronted you.

Fuck, it was also amazing. Of course he wouldn’t be just ‘ok’ and make last night easy to move past. You let out a groan as memories came flooding back. The things he said reverberated in your ear. Your body was still sore because of the sheer size of all of him. Everything remarkable about last night also mixed with the terrifying reality of sleeping with your L.t. How were you even going to start a conversation with him about this?

You realized Ghost wasn’t here. Why would he leave you alone in his room?

You heard footsteps outside. You ducked under the covers.

“Fucking hungover, mate,” Soap complained. He still sounded groggy.

“Any word on Ghost or Peaches?” Gaz asked. You started to panic.

‘Please don’t check my room. Please, God almighty, do not let them check my room.’

“I heard Ghost up bright and early. No word on Peaches though,” Soap replied. “Hold on, I’ll just shoot her a text.”

Fuck, where was your phone? Was it on silent? You scrambled to look for it before the message went through. If the moment Soap sends it there is your text tone in fucking Ghost’s room you’ll just have combust. You’d never be able to face them ever again.

You had no idea where your pants even ended up, let alone if your phone still had any battery. But, you heard a soft vibration on the bedside table. Your phone was charging and thankfully didn’t make a noise. You took a deep breath before you unlocked it and saw a message from Soap:

“💀?”

Your eyes went wide. How the fuck did he know?! This has to be a joke. You’re fucked. You’re so fucked. You were contemplating how quickly you could jump out this window. Shit you’d do it naked if it got you away from base faster. Then another message came in:

“You alive?”

Thank Christ, he wasn’t asking if you were with Ghost or with Ghost. He just thought you were hungover. You quickly wrote out something that hopefully wasn’t suspicious.

“🍺💀 Don’t wait up.”

You heard his phone chime. “She’s hungover too,” Soap told Gaz. Then you heard more footsteps. “There he is! Up at the crack of dawn as per usual.”

“I’m the only one not hungover.” That familiar, low voice was back. You started to blush, just hearing him again was making you remember more of last night.

“Even Peaches got it bad.” Gaz added. “Strange, she didn’t seem to drink that much.”

“Ah, she’s probably a lightweight compared to any of us. Especially this mountain of a man.” Soap was clearly ribbing Ghost at the moment.

“Go get some food you two. It’ll help.” Ghost seemed to be ushering them out of the hallway.

“Never thought I’d live to see the day when Ghost gets all maternal,” Gaz joked.

Soap mused, “it must be that ‘holiday cheer’ Price was talking about.”

You really didn’t like the emphasis he put on that phrase, but your heart was racing. Two sets of footsteps faded and the door to Ghost’s room opened. You hid under his blanket.

“Coast is clear,” he said. “I’ll keep a look out. Just head around the long way and you shouldn't run into anyone.” You pulled the blanket down and got a good look at him. Casual balaclava, hoodie, and comfy sweatpants. You remembered that you never even saw him naked last night.

“Ok,” you replied nervously as you started to get out of the bed.

“Wait,” he held up a hand and left the room while you were still covered. Did he not want to see you? No, he said he would keep an eye out. When you stood up you realized your clothes from last night were neatly folded on a chair. He must have found your phone and got it charged when he woke up earlier.

Shit, this is the most considerate walk of shame you’ve ever heard of. Your shirt, bra, pants, and socks were neatly stacked on a chair. With your boots on the floor nearby. The only thing missing was your underwear. You shrugged. You did not have time to worry about that now. He tossed them somewhere last night and probably couldn’t find them without waking you up.

You quickly and quietly closed his door and made your way back to your room. Despite your clothes being folded, it was very obvious they were what you wore last night. There would only be one explanation for that. Thankfully you didn’t run into anyone. You quickly pulled them off and got ready for a long, hot shower. Before you left your room, you sent a message to Simon.

“Mission accomplished.”

You pondered if you should say anything else. You needed to talk about last night at some point, right? You bit your lip as you contemplated if you should even say something over text. Would it be better to talk in person?

Nah.

“Thanks”

“For everything”

In the bathroom you inspected the damage. Hair was practically a bird’s nest and you needed to wash your face, but nothing some basic grooming wouldn’t fix. Then you looked down and saw a few bruises littered around your breasts.

“You bruise easy”

You could not think about that right now. Was it too late to change your call sign?

When you got back from your shower you had no new messages. You tossed it to the side and picked out your clothes for the day. As you were pulling up your pants your phone vibrated and you bolted over to it. You got a message from Soap:

“🍳🥓?”

You scolded yourself for acting like this. You weren’t a teenager anymore. This wasn’t some cute, harmless crush or a fun one-night stand. You slept with your goddamn L.T. The best case scenario was getting fired without the rest of the team knowing.

Ghost wasn’t eating breakfast with the rest of the team. Thankfully, everyone else was actually hungover and barely making conversation.

“Ay Peaches,” Soap said to get your attention. “You’re faring better than the rest of us. What’s your secret?” He had a suspicious smile on his face. It made you worry.

A night of deep sleep with an incredible cuddler after some unforgettable sex.

“An effective skincare routine. Have you ever heard of moisturizer?” you spoke as seriously as you could. You need to keep your cool, you couldn’t handle any kind of interrogation right now. You’d break in an instant.

You reached over the table to grab some salt and you froze. There were bite marks all over the back of your hand. And, they were on full display in the middle of the goddamn table. Even Price was there too. You were so fucked.

“You alright?” asked Gaz.

You quickly swiped the salt shaker and dosed your food with it.

“Just tired,” you mumbled. You tried to do as much as you could with your other hand for the rest of the meal. You bolted back to your room to put on gloves before you ran into anyone else. You made an effort to avoid everyone as much as you could that day.

*********

The next day everyone was called in to be briefed for the latest mission.

You were honestly surprised you weren’t dragged out of base yet. Did no one find out? Did Ghost keep quiet? Of course he would; he’s Ghost. He was always tight lipped. So tight lipped that he never said a word or sent a single text to you.

A million questions were buzzing through your mind: does he regret it? Did he enjoy it? Does he want to do it again? Does he even want to be in the same room with you? Do you want to do it again?

You tried to not look at him during that meeting. You would not be able to keep your face straight. You focused as much as you could on the information being presented. You were not going to mess up a mission because you missed something vital over some selfish swooning.

“Ah ha! Sorry I fucked up the mission, Captain. I got distracted thinking about Ghost’s dick,” would probably not go over well.

You shook your head to clear your stupid thoughts. You saw Ghost’s head turn in your direction for a moment. You wanted to melt into the floor. How in the hell were you supposed to keep working with him?

You were starting to miss the staring. Now he wasn’t looking at you at all.

The next mission was back with Los Vaqueros. Price decided to split up the team, have some in lookout and sniping positions while the rest were led by Alejandro on the ground. you knew Ghost preferred to be a look out, so you eagerly volunteered for the ground team. You must have been a bit too eager, because everyone was taken back by it.

“Ah, mi durazno, you must have missed me,” Alejandro said with that satisfied look on his face. You welcomed his carefree flirting over the endless overthinking that was going on in your head. You really should have played it cool, it would be less suspicious. it made more sense for you to be on the ground anyway.

It was you, Alejandro, Soap, Rudy, and Price on the ground. Gaz and Ghost were on overwatch.

Everytime Ghost spoke you jumped. It was pathetic. They were just basic observations. He was being professional, you were the mess. You were the idiot being distracted by sex. It could get you or a teammate killed.

“Eyes on two up ahead.” His voice was right in your ear. You were grateful he wasn’t directly talking to you. Sometimes you’d hear him take a deep breath to steady his aim. It sent a shiver down your spine.

"Copy that."

You tried to shake your unwanted thoughts out of your brain by force, but then you’d look at your bruised hand. The shame would come flooding back.

You must have been a visible mess. Everyone kept checking in on you.

“¿Estás bien, durazno?”

“Eyes forward.”

“Ay Peaches, You’re with me.”

“Contact front. Two heading to Soap and Peaches. Three towards Price and the others,” said Ghost.

“Copy that,” Soap replied. Both of you readied suppressed rifles to take them out nice and quiet. “Locked and loaded. What about you, Price?”

“We’re ready too. On my signal we take them out, nice and quiet.”

"Copy that."

You aimed down your sights and tried to breathe. You actually had a moment to collect yourself because Ghost wasn’t talking in your ea—

You were so in your own head that you hesitated and lost your aim. Soap’s target fell in an instant, you fucked up your shot and missed. You tried to immediately cover your mistake and fire again. Before you even started to recover, another bullet that wasn’t yours took out the poor man.

“Clean takedown, everyone. Keep moving,” said Price.

“Copy that,” everyone replied.

Fuck, Ghost was covering you. He was waiting for you to fuck up. You fell even further in your self-doubt and loathing. You almost royally fucked up.

The rest of the mission was a breeze, but you were still a wreck. You were probably going to have to face hell for your poor performance. The 141 deserves better.

You don’t deserve to be in it.

That was all you could think as the mission wrapped up. It became obvious that no one found out about your torrid rendezvous. But, you still couldn’t handle it. It wasn’t right to stay here and constantly jeopardize the 141. You shut down. You hardly spoke on the way back to base, you spent most of that trip staring at your own feet.

You decided that if you weren’t going to be discharged you needed to quit.

Your door was open as you started to pack up your room. Too many emotions were welling up in your gut. You were a mess as you tried to come up with a reason to quit. You were going to miss those fools so much. You were such a mess that you didn’t hear anyone approaching.

You didn’t even realize fucking Ghost was standing in your door way. He barely dressed down from his gear and he was wearing his favorite skull balaclava. He scared the shit out of you when you looked up from your bag.

“Fucking hell, Ghost!” You clutched your clothes against your chest.

“What are you doing, Peaches?” Hearing him say that name made your stomach sink.

“I’m leaving.” You motioned your hands to your half-packed bag.

“Why?” Ghost asked like it wasn’t obvious. There was concern in his voice, but it was nothing like how he sounded two nights ago.

“You know exactly why,” you scoffed. “You’re too smart to play dumb, Simon.”

He didn’t say anything in return, but he still wasn’t going to let you simply walk away. This wasn’t an interrogation, it was a war of attrition. And, Ghost had more patience and stubbornness than you.

“Fine! I’m pissed that I almost really fucked up. My brothers in arms, my friends, could have died because I couldn’t get my head out of my own ass. I couldn’t get you out of my head.” You pressed your palm against your forehead. “You had sights on my guy because it was obvious I was off my game. You were expecting me to fail and I did.”

He didn’t respond.

“I don’t deserve to be here. If I’m not going to be fired for fraternization then I’m just going to quit. I want to get this over with and be off base before the rest of the team learns why.” You threw the last of your things in your duffle bags. “Please leave, you can’t change my mind.”

He didn’t move as you zipped up your bags.

“Do you think you’re the first person on this team to make a mistake?” His voice cut through your self-loathing. He crossed his arms and leaned against your door frame. He wasn’t going to budge.

“No, but I—”

“You think you’re the first person in the 141 to ever get a mate killed? Fucking hell, Peaches. We’re all human, we make mistakes.”

You let out a laugh. “That’s almost funny coming from someone who’s called ‘Ghost’.” You crossed your arms.

“I’ve made plenty of mistakes, catastrophic and small. If they don’t kill you, learn from it.” He let those words hang in the air. He’s almost 40, still active in special forces, and he hides everything behind a mask. Of course he’s made mistakes and he would have regrets.

Were you one of them?

“Do you regret it?” You bit the inside of your cheek as you waited for his answer.

“Do you, love?”

You scoffed, “Don’t answer my question with another question. I won’t fall for it. I need to know if—.” Wait, he called you ‘love’ again. It’s just a simple pet name, but that can only mean one thing, right?

“Fuck, Simon.” You started to laugh to yourself. Nothing with him was ever going to be easy. He’d rather pry your opinion out of you inch by inch before he admits to a fraction of anything. You had to accept it, because you really didn’t regret last night. You wanted more.

He didn’t say anything, but his eyes darted away. If you were really misreading this again at least your bag was already packed.

“Close the door,” you said. He followed orders. You stepped closer and reached up to his face. Then you planted a kiss over his mask before you reached behind him to turn off the lights.

You placed your palms against his chest. It was time to come clean. “I don’t regret what happened. I want it to happen again.” You gripped his shirt tighter. “But, I can’t risk jeopardizing a mission. I couldn’t live with myself if—” You were rambling, so he cut you off.

When you weren’t looking he pulled the mask up so he could kiss you. The first thing you noticed was his stubble was a bit longer. But, it was still him. You tried to memorize that feeling the other night. You wrapped your arms behind his back and tried to embrace him.

“Please say it,” you said into his chest.

“Say what, Peaches?”

"I need to hear—”

He surprises you as he quickly pulls up your shirt. You’re shocked as just fucking fast he can be. He doesn’t pull it off completely. He stops pulling the second the shirt is halfway over your face. Your arms are stuck in the sleeves, your eyes are covered.

“I guess you don’t want me to quit,” you remarked. He didn’t say anything back, he just stole your breath with a kiss.

********

The dam had burst and there was no going back. Both of you were really doing this.

You were not prepared at all for how enthusiastic he would be about everything. Even with the mask thing he was confident and hardly had any hang-ups. He liked to get down and dirty. He was constantly testing the waters to see if you expressed interest or enthusiasm.

Both of you were each other’s dirty, forbidden secret. It was thrilling. You expected someone as stoic and professional as him to have a hard line between business and pleasure.

Before the mission he was a perfect soldier who only had eyes on the mission. If he ever helped you with gear his hands never lingered. If he needed to speak with you it was his usual curt pattern of speech. He treated you just like any other member of the team and you were grateful for it. Grateful, because you would never be able to keep your cool like him.

After a mission? Nope. Not at all.

He got off on everyone being oblivious of what he was doing to you. On the trips back to base he would signal you to switch to a quiet comms channel and whisper filthy things deep into your ear. Those stripes on the bottom of his balaclava barely moved as he spoke. Fucking covert ops training.

“You did good today, Peaches.” It sounded like he was right next to you. You could remember his breath on your neck. He was far enough away that he could read all of your body language too. There was nothing you could hide from him like this. The only way to stop it was just to simply change channels or turn it off.

You never did.

“I think you like it when I’m hard on you. It makes the praise all the better.”

“Everyone says you’re a model soldier. They say I’m too hard on you.”

Your cheeks were starting to burn. Maybe you should start wearing a fucking mask too.

You shifted in your seat on the plane.

“You’d rather hear that you’re my good girl while you’re on your knees, right love?”

You crossed your legs and tried to not look at him. Occasionally the muscles in your legs clenched and it turned you on more. He would wind you up tighter and tighter until he found a way to get you alone.

He’d pull you into dark rooms and lock them behind you.

“Simon!” You squeal before he silences you with a kiss. You never stopped being amazed and just how quickly he could get your pants unzipped enough for his hands to slide in.

“Not to worry, love,” he whispered. “Already checked the room.” This man’s never left a stone unturned, he thinks of everything, checks them, and checks them again. There’s never an excuse to not be doing the most unprofessional things imaginable until it was time for the next mission.

It became a game to see how far he could wind you up and how quickly he could make a mess out of you.

You leaned against the wall when he finally started to touch you. He had been teasing you for an ungodly amount of time to ‘celebrate’ a job well done. Your fingers were buried into the tac gear covering his shoulders.

“My dirty girl,” he cooed into your ear. He really leaned into his accent when he had to be quiet, he knew it drove you crazy. You tried to keep your sobs quiet. He locked the door, but that wouldn’t stop someone from getting in if they were really suspicious.

It was maddening.

“Keep quiet, Peaches, Price is calling.” His hand between your legs slowed down, but he didn’t stop. There’s no way, right? Right?! “Ghost,” he said in his usual, gruff voice. His fingers still moved and you slapped a hand over your mouth. Fuck, he was really doing this.

“I’m just attending to some personal matters.”

His hand was speeding up and your legs were trembling. You could only stare at him with wide eyes. He was so fucking brazen when he knew he could get away with it. You heard Price’s muffled voice, but you couldn’t make out any words.

“I don’t know where Peaches ran off to. I think she said something about the bathroom.”

His fingers started to speed up. You could tell he was smiling based on the look in his eyes. He was a cocky motherfucker. Every sensation was adding up. The teasing, the thrill, and just the everything about him. Your legs were trembling.

“If I see her I’ll send her your way. I’ll be done in a few minutes.” He shot you a look and twisted his fingers just a certain way. He fucking knew. Despite how much you wanted to prove him wrong, your body chased its own pleasure. You had to bite down hard on his vest to keep yourself quiet.

“Just a minute actually." He made his voice even lower and while you couldn’t see his full face you knew exactly what expression was plastered all over it.

Your only form of retaliation is to bite down harder and dig your nails into his jacket. It only spurs him on more. One more thrust as you came around his fingers.

Christ, you weren’t going to be able to look Price in the eye for the rest of the day.

********

Once he showed up unplanned at your door. He was dressed in basically all of his gear.

“Are we heading out or something?” You asked. Normally he wasn’t this obvious, he always snuck in much more carefully. It was almost noon and here he was waltzing into your room like he owned the goddamn place.

“Can’t a man make a social call?” He shut the door behind him. He was finally getting comfortable to not always need the lights on.

“Depends on how sociable he’s feeling.” You crossed your arms and tapped your foot.

“I thought you’d be happy to see me, Peaches.” He stepped forward until you were dangerously close to being pushed onto your bed.

“I’m just curious about your intentions, L.t.”

“I think my intentions are pretty obvious.” With a simple tap he pushed you down onto your bed. He was being shockingly bold as he climbed over you. Usually he’s a bit of a tease. He lifts the bottom of his mask before pinning your wrists to the bed. You sigh and softly moan into his kiss. He maneuvers one knee between your thighs and it allows you to rock against him.

He holds you there until you are starting to be overwhelmed by need. You’re only allowed to desperately grin against him. He doesn’t give you an inch to actually beg until he chooses.

You were writhing under him, trying to show just how desperate you were. The kissing was dizzying and it only brought out a desire that you didn’t expect to bring out right now. When he finally pulled away you desperately gasped.

“Simon, please.”

He leaned down to speak right into your ear. “Please what, love?”

“Whatever you fucking want.”

He chuckles low right into your ear. “And what if I want to keep teasing you?”

“You won’t,” you spoke right into his ear.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because, you’re not as patient as you think.” You started grinding yourself against the leg between your thighs, making sure to let out a few more desperate sounds. He acted so tough, but you knew he craved you as much as you craved him.

Your gamble worked. He groans before he lets go of your wrists. You quickly moved to unbutton your pants. He moves down just low enough that his hand can slip underneath the waistband. They are lying next to each other while Simon’s hands pull out soft, sweet noises out of your mouth. When he’s this close you don't have to hold back as much as long as your tone stays low.

Simon doesn’t hold back either. “Look at you, such a filthy little thing.” When he speaks like this it makes you tremble. That voice is more dangerous than any weapon he carries. “Do you think about this when we’re out in the field? How I make you feel?”

You nod with a whimper.

“Say it out loud,” he demands.

“I think about it fuck whenever you look at me.”

“I look at you a lot, Peaches.” His fingers get faster. You’re hopeless when this man decides to play with you.

“I know,” your voice is soft but cuts off with a wine.

He coaxes an orgasm out of you slowly and steady. Your hips rock against his hand and he tilts your chin so you have to look up at him. Your eyes trace the scar that crosses over his lip, he’s hiding less in the dark and it brings out feelings you aren’t prepared for.

“Look at me,” he orders. You struggle to obey him as your body gets rocked by tremors of pleasure. “Good girl.”

‘Good girl.’ Those words make your mind melt. You sink into his body as you try to get as physically close to him as possible.

“Fucking hell, love,” he says as he marvel at the sight. ‘You needed this didn’t you?”

You nod while you bite your lip.

“Do you want more?” He slowly removes his hand before adjusting his position on the bed. “Who am I kidding? You’re always so greedy.” Somehow he effortlessly moves down your bed that’s far too small for both of you.

“I’m greedy?” You ask. “You’re the one that can’t wait until we’re back at base.” He pulls your pants down with him, he doesn’t take them completely off before he starts kissing up your thighs.

He’s not taking his time. The moment his mouth gets a taste of you he goes all in. You arch your back and tilt up your hips into his face. Your usual instinct is to reach down and grasp at the back of his head.

Honestly, your only disappointment with the mask is that you can’t run your hands through his hair. You try to picture how it might feel between your fingers, but it’s not the same. It’s part of him you desperately want to touch and cling to, but it’s one of his limits.

You’re trying to stay quiet as he never relents, but he gets off on how much you struggle to keep your cool like him. It shocks you just how well he can keep his composure during everything the two of you do. Your mind wanders to what he would be like if you truly got him alone.

If this is how many times he could make you cum while you need to stay quiet, you’re a bit worried about what he’d do without limits.

He eagerly hums and moans against your sensitive skin as you cum. His fingers reach for you sensitive spots that make your vision blur. Maybe two tremors later you’re finally tapping out. He slowly pulls out and you sink back down into the mattress.

“Eyes on me, Peaches.”

Simon looked you in the eyes as he licked his fingers clean. He didn’t even wipe his mouth before pulling the balaclava back down. You were stunned watching his bold brazen actions.

“Oh, right,” he said as he stood up and checked his watch. You could hear the amusement in his voice. “Get ready, Peaches. Wheels up in 30 minutes.”

“What?!” You scrambled to get out of bed, but your pants were still around one of your ankles.

“Well, it was an hour when I stopped by to tell you.” You hear his smirk as he turns to leave your room. “But, I got distracted, love.”

You slapped your forehead with your palm. That’s why he was so bold in the hallway. Everyone else was getting fucking ready. You didn’t have to fume, you needed to get ready. You did not want to get scolded, or worse, explain why you were late.

“Get out!” You scrambled to get ready. He laughed as he went back out to the hallway. This man was going to be the death of you. Everytime you looked at his mask your eyes focused on where his mouth would be. You’d blush whenever you were curious if the taste of you clung to that mask.

********

You bought something on leave.

Your face felt bright red as you entered the base in your civvies with your duffle bag. You felt like the gift bag was going to burn a hole through the canvas and spread out your purchase on the floor for all to see. It wasn’t contraband, it was just a few scraps of fabric. You could easily say you just bought them for yourself. To embrace your femininity, or whatever. But, you bought them for him.

You were walking down the street and a little boutique caught your attention. You’ve been around so much testosterone that the idea of an indulgent, girly shopping experience seemed like a breath of fresh air. That’s what you told yourself at least. This was just a treat, a change of pace. You also splurged because those pay checks were adding up in your bank account. You could afford to be foolish.

When you were checking out you saw a certain accessory for sale. And it gave you so many ideas. You swallowed your nerves before asking, ‘how much for that?’

When you got back you learned that Ghost was out on a mission. That was almost a relief, you needed some time before you could actually show off what you bought. And, if you just tried to have a normal reunion he would know that something was off.

He would eventually pull a confession out of you. The man was so dangerous in so many ways. You felt bad for everyone he's ever interrogated. You could barely handle him playing nice.

Later that night you got a call. The name “Ghost” lit up your phone and immediately your mind went to the worst places it could picture. You hastily picked it up.

“Simon! What’s wrong?”

You heard that familiar laugh. “Nothing’s wrong, Peaches. This is a social call.”

You felt relief. Of course if something went wrong you would not be the first to hear about it.

“I missed you,” he said. His voice was low, like he was trying to stay quiet. “Did you have fun out on the town?”

“I did, I just got back today.” You laid down on the bed and got comfortable. None of the beds on this base were big, but now it felt huge without that man next to you. “Why didn't you tell me you had a mission?”

“I wanted you to enjoy your leave. I didn’t want you running back here to say goodbye just to be alone and stuck on base.”

“You still could have warned me. I got so excited to see you.” You tried to make it sound like you were pouting. He wasn’t here to overwhelm you so easily, you could have a bit more fun.

“We’ll be back in less than two days. Can you survive without me?”

“I think so,” you said. Your word trailed off into a groan. You got so used to the plush hotel beds that you needed to stretch and readjust. There was silence on the other end as you finished twisting your back.

“What are you wearing?” The pitch of his voice changed.

Oh. This probably wasn’t the most professional thing to do over an encrypted line of communication, but why draw the line here?.

“Tank top and underwear,” you replied. With just that one question started to wind you up. Even with just a handful of trysts this man knew you so well.

“Anything under your top?”

“No, I just showered.” You quietly stood up to push that used towel against the bottom of your door to attempt to muffle the sounds you were probably about to make.

“What color underwear?”

“White. Standard Issue.”

“My good, little soldier,” he hummed. Soap and Price were starting to call him out on being a hardass. In private, praise flowed out his mouth, he was vocal about every little thing you’d do. Honestly, whenever he purposely scolded you in public it turned you on so much.

“Push those panties to the side,” he ordered. You murmured that you did just as he asked. “Are you wet?”

“Yes,” you said with a sigh. You idly caressed between your thighs with your fingers. You knew if you started to really touch yourself without permission you’d be in deep trouble. He didn’t say it, but you knew. That’s the kind of man he is.

“Were you before I called?”

“No,” your answer was sharp. You started to rub your thighs together because, technically, that wasn’t touching yourself.

“Such a dirty girl, getting off to my voice.” He let out a low laugh. You replied with a whimper.

“Oh, don’t act like it doesn’t get you off too,” you replied.

His laugh is low again, he’s proving both of your points. “Are you touching yourself?”

“No,” you squirmed a bit. “You didn’t say I could yet.”

“You’re so obedient, Peaches.”

“I love to be a model soldier,” you really, really want to give in. “Please.”

“Please what, love?”

“I need to touch myself, please.”

“You can play with your tits and that’s it.”

You hand immediately squeezed on breast and you let out a moan.

“Not so loud, love. People might hear on my side of the line.”

Oh fuck, was he talking to you like this around other people? You imagined him looking stone faced in a room full of other soldiers, subordinates, and commanding officers. None the wiser that he was whispering filthy things into your ear. He would stare down someone that would dare interrupt him listening to you. The thought made you let out a sharp gasp.

“Oh, you like that don’t you? You want people to hear what I do to you?”

“Maybe,” you pinched your nipple and did a sharp inhale in response. “Please, I need more.”

“Did you buy any toys on leave, love?” There was a hint of curiosity in his voice.

“No,” you whimpered. “I chickened out.” You barely could barely keep a straight face when you smuggled in your other purchase. “Besides, you said I didn’t need any when I had you.”

He hummed. That made heat bloom in your stomach. “Shame, I was curious about what you’d pick out.”

“I need more, plea—!”

“Go on, love. Go slow,” he cut you off. You let out a sigh of relief as you started to circle around your clit. “I want to hear you, but keep it soft for me.”

“Yes, sir,” you moaned. You made sure your mouth was right next to the receiver as you let out soft, keen noises. The entire time he was humming with his gravelly voice and whispering encouraging words. “Sir, fuck, please.”

“Use your words, Peaches.”

“I need more, please. I need my fingers,” you gasped, “inside.”

“Granted,” he answered quickly. “You just have to compare your fingers to mine.” A high-pitch moan escaped your lips when two fingers slipped inside. Your other hand took over circling your clit.

“Not as thick, but more nimble.” You breath hitched. “Fuck, your fingers are so big.”

“All of me is big, love,” he replied quickly.

“I know, I love it. Fuck, I need it.” Just thinking about how he fills you makes your body tighten. “Your fingers can touch that spot that mine can’t get to.”

“Shame you didn’t get a toy then.”

You let out a shaking whimper as you nodded.

“That would ruin the surprise, love.”

“I’m due for leave soon. I could pick you out something quite nice.”. He was stone faced. He could walk back in base with the inventory of a sex store without batting an eye. No one would dare try to stop him. Different ideas of what he would possibly choose flashed through your mind.

“W—what would you choose?”

“Please, I’m close!” Your hands were speeding up as you rocked your hips against them.

“What’s in it for me?” You could hear he was smirking under that mask.

“Y—you get to hear.”

“Not good enough. I could make you wait until I’m there. You’re a good girl, you’d follow a direct order, right love?” He could do it and you’d obey him without question. You let out a pathetic, frustrated whimper. Then you realized you did have something up your sleeve.

“I bought something else. It's for you.” You slowed your fingers down a bit to keep your cool.

“Oh?” You got his attention. “What would that be?”

“It’s a surprise, fuck.” You really needed this ace in the hole. Biting the side of your cheek wasn’t helping anymore.

“Look at you, keeping secrets.” He chastised you.

“If you let me cum I’ll show you the minute you’re back.”

“Can’t even wait until I get the sand out of my boots?” He chuckled and it sent a jolt down your spine.

“Fuck, please! Anything!” You were so close.

“Cum for me, love. Don’t be too loud.” Those words were fucking music to your ears. You turned your head to press your face into your pillow. Muffled moans and cries were hopefully still loud enough for him to hear. This is one of the many times you were grateful your room was separated from the rest of the team. Your head wasn’t close to the phone anymore so you couldn’t hear whatever Ghost might be saying. Moans turned into gasps and gasps turned into whimpers as you pulled your fingers out.

“Fucking hell, Peaches.” He was finally starting to sound affected by this call. All it took was you crumbling completely because of him and his voice.

“Was I too loud?” You tried to calm your breathing.

“Maybe, Alejandro might have heard something.”

“Really?” Your panic must have been evident.

“Easy love, I’ve been alone in a room this entire time,” he replied with his dry sense of humor. “No one else gets to hear what’s mine.” His voice got lower again. Almost possessive.

Mine. That word echoes in your head. It makes you dizzy, the thought of being his and his alone. You really liked the thought of it. Your eyelids started to feel heavy. You started to mumble content words in agreement.

“Am I losing you, Peaches?” His voice went back to his usual tone.

You mumbled into the phone, “Are you going to hang up?”

“No,” he replied softly. His voice almost sounds gentle. You drifted off before you realized he wanted to listen to you sleep.