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Chapter One
A deep gruff voice comes through your earpiece, “Quokka…status”.
“I’ve got eyes on the target, still waiting for his partner to show up.”
Silence answers you, and thirty seconds pass before you hear, “Wait on my orders to take the shot”.
“Yes sir” you say, confident that this will be an easy takeout with lieutenant Ghost commanding you.
Ever since you were placed on Ghosts team of elite soldiers you’ve been pushing the boundaries with him. You’ve seen the way his eyes glow with a deep flame whenever you flirt at him. Key phrase, at him. He hasn’t given in yet but you see the way he looks at you when you’re debriefing, and the one time you changed in front of him he had to excuse himself quickly after. You wonder if he moaned your name while quickly jacking off.
Shaking your head to clear your thoughts you look back through the scope. The target has now joined his partner, and they’ve taken a seat outside the restaurant.
“Target is accompanied. Waiting on your orders, Sir”.
“Wait till the servers leave, then line up the shot” , Ghost replies tersely.
There was another sniper from your team waiting for the same go-ahead, targeting the other man.
Just as you’re peering through the scope, aligned and ready to take out the target, you hear a thud behind you. You have just a second to turn and flip quickly as an attacker slashes at you from behind with a knife.
“I’m under attack!” You shout into your com, as the they quickly pursue you. You pull out your pistol, rolling away from the rifle as you dodge more strikes.
Just as you’re ready to shoot, the assailant gets too close too soon and slices your arm, making you drop the gun.
“Quokka! Do you copy?” You think you hear Ghost say.
You’re unable to answer as you keep dodging and try not to get struck again. With your arm bleeding everywhere, you ignore the nausea and clench your teeth through the pain, grabbing your own jack knife from its holster on your thigh and jump, tackling your attacker to the ground. You make quick work of blocking their attempts at slashing you again, and slit their throat without mercy. As they gurgle and choke you stab them in the heart, ending it.
“Quokka! Copy!” You hear now, mind fuzzy from blood loss and fading adrenaline.
“I-I’m injured Sir”, You say as you slump down the wall of the roof you’re on.
Black dots dance across your vision as you think you hear a reply, but as you numbly press into your wound to slow the blood flow you feel darkness overtaking you.
Slumping over, you have just a second to think with some mirth that this is finally how you go, an over cocky failure caught off guard.
As you’re passing out the roof door opens with a bang, your squad’s medic rushing to you.
Everything is muted as static fills your head, your vision going sideways, everything fading.
***
You blink your eyes at the fluorescent lights above you and let out a pained groan. You’re hooked up to an IV, and it feels like your mouth is made of cement. You try to say something, maybe “Is this hell?” but all that comes out is a cough.
As you blink and fail to sit up your blurry sight is met with your lieutenant. Ghost stares into your eyes with an unreadable intensity as you try to focus on what he’s saying.
Something about unnecessary risks, a lack of surveillance, a failure or something. You tune it out and focus on him, feeling a calm wash over you as you stare into his hardened eyes. Next thing you know, you’ve passed out again.
***
The next time you come to you note that your body feels less heavy, and your head is clearer as you blink your tired eyes open. Sitting across from you is Ghost, still here and sleeping in a rare show of vulnerability while he assumably waits for you to wake up again.
“Ghost…”, You say, “Sir…”. It comes out scratchy but more stable than you expected. In a heartbeat his eyes are open, and he’s moving towards you.
“Quokka. We almost lost you. You better count yourself damn lucky medic Dane got to you before you bled out.” He says angrily, hiding the concern you see in his eyes with his harsh words.
“You should see the other guy, Sir”. You say back, with a weak smile.
Ghost doesn’t laugh at your attempt to make light of the situation.
“As soon as you’re ready and able I want you to report to my office, stat.” He says, turning briskly and leaving.
***
It takes another two days before you’re discharged and recovered from the blood transfusion, but you make good on that order and find yourself outside your lieutenant’s makeshift safe house office.
You feel so nervous, not wanting to knock out of a sudden fear of your lieutenant, not wanting to face his judgement as you debrief the failed mission.
If you had been paying better attention, been less cocky, if you hadn’t been daydreaming about him, you would have been prepared for the assailant. With a shake of your head you raise your fist and knock.
The door opens almost immediately.
“Come in, Quokka.” Ghost says tersely.
You enter and try to walk past him, as soon as you walk through the doorway you find yourself suddenly forced up against the wall, door slamming shut behind you. Ghost has you pinned, breathing hard.
“We almost lost you.” He says, his covered face so close to yours. There’s a strain to his voice that sends shivers down your spine.
“I know Sir, I was the one stabbed.” You breathe back. Your arm hurts and you’re still exhausted, you know you won’t be forgetting what happened anytime soon. You try to push off the wall but he pins you back quickly.
“We. Almost. Lost. You.” he repeats. Before you can say anything else he’s lifting up his mask and pressing a searing kiss to your lips.
The burst of tension has you weak in the knees, and you’re moaning softly into his mouth as holding you up and kissing you breathless, as if any minute you might disappear. He grinds against you, letting you feel his hard cock press into your core before stopping abruptly with a groan. You let out a gasp as he stops kissing you and pulls back, his skull mask half pulled up his face.
You're dead silent, both breathing hard as you stare at each other for a tense moment before he steps away.
He pulls his mask back down and says, “Don’t let it happen again. Dismissed.”
He opens the door without another word, and you walk out stunned.
You touch your lips as you walk to the bathroom. It felt surreal, and you knew right then that this wasn’t going to be a one and done. You had to have his strong grip on you again. Feel his hardness grinding into your cunt.
You lock the bathroom door behind you and slip your hand into your pants, palming the outside of your panties. You were absolutely soaked. You press against your hand and cover your mouth to stifle the strained moan that escapes you. You lean back against the wall as you grind against your hand, picturing Ghost bending you over and taking you from behind. As you feel the cord inside you tightening you imagine that it’s his hand palming you, making you so wet. You let out a whine, trembling as your release washes over you. As you bonelessly slide to the floor you think to yourself, I’m screwed.
***