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- EARLIER, IN THE BATTLE. -
Shots were being fired at you, the only cover being what was left of a wall. Your ears were ringing as a grenade went off in front of you. The area erupted into chaos, the mission immediately backfiring. Well, it is your fault.
Captain Price had ordered you to stay put in your location, it had been only a few moments until you heard yelling and gunshots firing. Against your better judgement, you quickly ran off and began stabbing the close-range enemies with your combat knife.
Not only did you disobey an order, but you even revealed your location to the enemies. Great. Now they came after you and your ears will bleed from how loud your teammates are scolding you in your comms. Your feet carried you to a decent cover, able to easily spot and take down enemies with your assault rifle.
You were assigned to the Task Force 141 a couple of months ago. Not only were you a good sniper but you were good with all types of firearms, your physical strength was excellent too.
But aside your pros, there was a con you harbored that could lead you to demotion. You were sometimes driven by instinct that caused you to be reckless. And that recklessness now gave you a few moments to breathe until you took a bullet to the head. Just a little more as a few grenades went off near you. A yell of your codename. "INFERNO!"
You were roughly pushed to your back as the bullet hit a car's window, his hands at the sides of your shoulders. "What the fuck were you thinking?!" Ghost yelled at you, his expression (from what you could tell from his eyes, at least) tense. You impulsively pushed him off of you, you sat up and reloaded your gun. "You shouldn't have fuckin' saved me! You could've gotten shot yourself!" You kneeled and fired at the approaching enemies, "I wouldn't have needed to save you if you just stayed at your location!" You remained quiet at his retort, choosing to focus on your assault rifle.
Your comms became purely static, the questions about your two's whereabouts left unanswered. Ghost threw a smoke grenade at them and grabbed your shoulder to drag you away from the area, you attempted to escape but your face was met with a gloved fist. He knocked you out. Bastard.
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Captain Price was pacing around the room, your teammates were treating their wounds. "Inferno," he drawled out, "What happened?" He evidently attempted to remain calm, however, his expression betrayed him. Weeks of planning the mission went down the drain because of you, your disobedience had to ruin it all.
You had explained it to him why you disobeyed, his expression softened and his anger dissipated. Disappointment was still left, though. He gave you a firm scolding, reminding you of the consequences that could result in your permanent absence from the Task Force.
Once he finished, he had dismissed you and the others. Your teammates didn't make it obvious if they were mad or whatever at you, no, none of that. Soap still held that cheeky smile along with Gaz. But, there was your lieutenant. He isolated himself from you. It was strange, really. On previous missions where you slightly fucked up, he still acknowledged you were there.
When you were within his line of sight, he would leave abruptly. It was obvious enough that even Soap noticed. He approached you and laid his hand on your shoulder, "He'll eventually come around." You shrugged at him. "Let's hope, Soap."
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Hoping definitely did not help you at all. Fuck it, you were fed up with his behavior. You downed the last cup of wine and headed to his room. You knocked, thankfully, his room was beside yours and secluded from the others. No response. Three knocks. Still nothing.
"Ghost?" You called out impatiently, still no response. You realized the door was a bit left ajar, it wasn't even noticeable if you didn't squint your eyes. You pushed it open with your hand and entered to be met with a dim-lit room. There he was. "What are you ignoring me for?" He obviously ignored your question and pretended to be asleep. You hate this.
You grabbed the doorknob and locked the door. You approached his bed, where he laid. "Don't pretend to sleep. I know you're damn awake, Lt." He adjusted his position at the use of his rank. "You could've died." He stated. You were taken aback at that. "But I didn't because of you." "If I wasn't there, you would've took that shot!" He retorted, "What's it to you? It's better than you dying just to save me!" You argued back. He huffed in annoyance. Even though you could almost see him glaring at you in the darkness, you swear you could see a thankful light that you're alive in them too.
He seemed like he did not want to linger on the possibility of what could have happened. He sat up and finally met your eyes. You noticed that his balaclava was rolled up just above his lips and you don't know if it was the wine you drank but you suddenly grabbed his chin and kissed him.
When you realized your impulsive action, you pulled away. Surprisingly, he chased after your lips and whimpered when you were out of his reach. "Sorry, I didn't mean t—" You attempted to apologize when he wrapped his arms around your neck and pulled you in.
Are you dreaming? Surely you are. But you don't want to wake up, ever. You decided to break the kiss and trailed down to his jaw, then his neck, giving it hickeys and open-mouthed kisses. He let out a low moan when you bit a spot beside the carotid artery, you mentally noted.
You grabbed his thighs and lifted them to slide your knees below them, wrapping his legs around your waist. When your crotch hit his, you felt his bulge. Oh.
Oh.
"You're turned on just by a few kisses, love?" You smirked as he avoided your gaze, quietly confirming your suspicion. "Do you want me to continue?" You drew circles on his inner thigh with your thumb, he gave you a weak nod. "Use your words, pretty." He whimpered at that, "Yes, please."
You discarded his pants and boxers, his cock throbbing as the cool night air hit him. You pulled out a bottle of lube from your pocket and he stared at you in disbelief, "Don't look at me like that, I got to stay prepared, no?" You chuckled at yourself. You coated your fingers with the liquid and circled his hole until finally pushing one in.
He winced before you slowly thrusted it in and out, not long after adding another finger and began a 'scissoring' movement. He whined and gripped the sheets, pleading at you wordlessly with his eyes. Once you deem him prepared enough, you slid them out, him whining disappointedly at the loss. You unzipped your pants and pulled your boxers down enough to free your cock, you proceeded to lube it up and entered it into his hole. Both of you groaning in unison. You waited until he relaxed.
You began an even pace, his and your moans filled the quiet room. "Fuck, baby, you're so... hah" You buried your head into his shoulder to silence your own sounds. "H...harder please. Need you so - ahng! - bad." You obeyed his request, sliding out until only the tip was in, and thrusted in roughly that you bottomed out, nearly hitting his sweet spot. Ghost swore he saw white right there.
You picked up your pace, eliciting loud moans and whines from his mouth. "I-I'm close - hng - I'm so close, love." He let out a long whine, attempting to meet your thrusts and miserably failing at it. "Yeah? Cum for me, Ghost." You angled your hips and hit his sweet spot dead-on. "Fuck! I'm-I'm gonna!" His cum spilled onto his stomach, a few more thrusts in him and you pulled out, jerking yourself off and you came on the sheets below him.
"...Thank you, 'Ferno." he sighed lazily, sleep already calling for you both. You nodded at him, standing up and began searching for a towel to clean the both of you up.