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You’ve never been good at teamwork, which was unfortunate considering that the military empathized it the most.
What they don’t tell you is that it’s basically a giant fraternity with social hierarchy similar to what you would expect in a high school. Being in this line of work as long as you have, you’ve learned what to do to avoid conflict with these morons. As a women in the military it was no secret that you had to deal with being on the receiving end of “jokes” that were essentially thinly veiled harassment.
Even with other women in your unit, somehow you were always singled out and you had a feeling it was because of a certain incident earlier in the year that involved you not so subtly calling them out in the presence of a high ranking official which had earned you the nickname “Snitch.” After that you had changed your approach to be a passive one aptly named “Laugh and Redirect.”
Every time you were the topic of conversation in the group of soldiers that plagued your unit you had no choice but to laugh it off and desperately hope that the conversation would soon end. While it helped to avoid further conflict between you and your “teammates” it also backfired. You had become a pushover to the point that the men around you knew they could get away with asking you to do anything.
So when one day, they demand you clean up after their meal in the mess hall you had no choice but to listen to them. It became a common thing and you had basically became their personal maid. Today they had asked you in front of the remaining soldiers in the area further humiliating you. Luckily for you, only a couple of people remained. One was a very interesting looking man who wore a mask with a skull sewn onto it obscuring any view of his face. He was muscular as hell and fully decked out in his gear, probably just coming back from a mission. He sat at the corner of the room silently observing the scene.
As you hurriedly wiped at the table with tears of embarrassment swelling in your eyes, you felt a presence approaching from behind. You turned to see the man with the skull mask staring down at you. He was massive and his entire form eclipsed yours in one swift move. He didn’t say anything but glanced down at your busy hands with judgmental eyes before he met your gaze again. You got the hint. What you were doing was pathetic, and any person with self respect wouldn’t subject themselves to this treatment.
But who was he to judge? He didn’t know you and he sure as hell didn’t make any moves to stop the group of cowardly men just a few minutes ago. You were doing what you can to survive. Your embarrassment quickly turned to annoyance at the mysterious man. You turned back and continued cleaning. He left shortly after.
A few days later you saw the same man at the gym on base. Along with him being the only other person in the room he also was using the only elliptical in the entire gym. Just your luck.
You opted to do your usual routine as you waited patiently for him to finish, something that was taking forever. You could’ve swore he had done it on purpose, almost like he was testing you to see what you’d do. His eyes followed you as you paced aimlessly around the gym looking for things to do in the meantime. You’d be happy if his stare didn’t burn a hole in the back of your head.
Eventually you’d settled on using a workout jump rope instead. The monotonous pitter-patter of your shoes hitting the mat was the only thing that could be heard in the room.
Agitated, he stopped the machine but he didn’t step off.
“Can you cut that shit out?” He asked in a gruff voice, his English accent becoming more apparent with every word.
You looked down in embarrassment. You hadn’t realized you were being loud. All you had to do was ask to use the machine, why was that so hard? Your passive approach to everything was quickly becoming debilitating.
“I didn’t mean too, sorry. Um are you finished with that?” You ask.
He didn’t answer and instead pressed the on button and continued his workout. Dick.
Suddenly all the annoyance you felt towards him in the first encounter returned to you. He had witnessed you being used as doormat and instead of helping he decided to add on to it.
His nonchalant attitude made it even more annoying. For a while you stood there debating on strolling over there and giving him a piece of your mind but just as quickly as your boldness came, it left. As always you took the safe way out.
Avoidance.
You turned your heel to leave but before you could make it to the door you heard the man stop his movements and scoff. He was looking up at you again through light lashes, his head tilted to the side.
“You really are pathetic. How did you even make it in the military?” He deadpans.
“Excuse me?” He rolled his eyes in response.
“I hope you aren’t this yielding to hostiles. Really gives us a bad name.” It was your turn to roll your eyes.
Who the fuck does this guy think he is?
“Look I don’t know who the fuck you are, but I’m not arguing with some coward that hides behind a mask. If you want to use the machine use the fucking machine. Whatever.” You spit out. That seems to catch his attention as his eyes widen momentarily before lowering into a glare that would normally make you shut up, but you had enough today.
“You don’t even know me. “ You continue, emboldened by his quick loss in composure.
“For a trained soldier it seems pretty dumb of you to underestimate anyone, especially since you don’t know what I could do.”
“Is that a threat?” He growls at you, and you can feel his gaze burning through your false wall of confidence. You should have stopped there. This man could be of a higher rank. He could possibly make sure you lose your position or get dishonorably discharged. But seeing that you were finally able to affect his uncaring facade made you excited in a way you hadn’t felt before.
“Maybe so.” You say with a cocky smile.
He steps off the machine and before you have time to react he’s suddenly in front of you. God for a man so big, he sure is light on his feet. His muscular body dwarfs you completely.
You glare up at him defiantly, still set on standing your ground…even though every bone in your body screamed at you to run before you get hurt. Just a quick glance at him revealed arms that could snap you like a twig. He had a sleeve on one arm and his thin workout attire was doing little to hide his form.
The man seemed almost humored by your little show of hostility. “And what are you going to do?”
Shit. You hadn’t expected him to go along with it. There was really no turning back now. Strangely enough there was a growing part of you that wanted to provoke him to the edge just to see what you would get. What would he do? How would he react when you said something that crossed the line?Would he yell, maybe cause a scene, or slip his strong hands down the front of your leggings-
An agitated scoff pulled you from your thoughts. “You aren’t going to do shit.” He answered his own question. “I remember you from the cafeteria, sucking up to that group of guys and letting them walk all over you. Is that how you got here huh? By letting guys do whatever they want with you?”
Your eyes widened at the implication. He seemed to revel in your reaction and pushed further.
“Nobody is ever going to respect you if you let yourself be treated like that. But if you wanna spend your whole career being ordered around by cunts like that then be my guest.” His dark eyes gleamed with emotion. Almost as if he was speaking from experience.
You felt like you were being scolded by a teacher. They way he glared down at you left you paralyzed. It was like he knew exactly what to do to drive you mad. The only thing you could do was silently stare back. Your lack of response only annoyed him more. His strong hands snaked up your chest before they settled on the bottom of your chin, jerking your head up closer to him.
“Is that what you want? To be treated like you’re worthless?” He said through clenched teeth. You whimpered in response.
“I-I don’t.. “ The statement didn’t even sound convincing to you.
“Could have fooled me” He huffed, stepping even closer. You squeezed your legs together subconsciously. It was like he could see right through you. Even with your extensive military training, the way he spoke rendered you defenseless. His voice was low and smooth. His muscles straining through his shirt didn’t help either.
“You know I’ve met a lot of people like you in this field.” He continued. “Followers, not leaders. They’ll just go along with whatever to get them through the ranks. I assume it’s the same for you yeah? Want a lesson from your superior?”
“Superior? “ You snorted. “How do I know you’re not some loser looking for an excuse to order me around?”
He chuckled.
“I don’t think you would mind that anyway. Look at you. You can’t even look me in the eye when you speak.”
Fuck. He’s right.
“Well it’s not exactly easy to do when I don’t even know your name. Do you just come up to everyone and proposition them?” You rebutted.
“Not exactly, but don’t worry about the name love. You won’t need it for what I have in mind.”
— … —
This job always seemed to be more trouble than it was worth.
That was the only thought that came to your mind as you sat there, on your knees in the gym locker room, with the mysterious man you’d meet only a few days before towering over you.
You’ve learned a few things about him in the very short time you had interacted with each other. He adamantly refused to give you his actual name but after you insisted he told you that he went by “Ghost.”
You chuckled and used the opportunity to tease him about how corny it was, but quickly learned how fitting the nickname was as he soundlessly swept you into the locker room. You also took notice of the tattoos on left arm and any other identifying marks on him. If worse came to worse at least it wouldn’t be only you going down. You weren’t dumb. Both of you were at risk of being discharged if anyone walked in, but deep down you felt like Ghost secretly enjoyed the high stakes of it all, even if he would never admit it. (Maybe you did too) He was on high alert, listening for footsteps as you silently did away with his trousers and boxers.
Fuck..He was impossibly big. The tip of his cock was a deep pink and he was already throbbing.
“And here I thought you were supposed to be the one teaching me a lesson.” You said smugly, faced with his member. “Enjoying this huh?”
“Shut up. That mouth is what got you into this in the first place.” He huffed, tangling his hands in your hair and pulling you closer. “Let’s make this quick.”
Without warning he pushed your head down onto his length leaving you gagging. You jerked away angrily. “Say something next time you fucking asshole.” You choked out. You could have sworn he was smirking behind the mask.
“It wouldn’t be a punishment if it was easy yeah?”
He grabbed your head again and this time you were ready. He was huge. Despite your best efforts to fit him into your mouth, the corner of your eyes began to water. A low whimper escaped your lips and he groaned at the vibrations. You took it as a sign to try and take more of him, till the hair on his V-line was tickling your nose.
The next few minutes you explored the different things you could do to make him grunt. He particularly liked it when you swallowed around him, it would make him buck into your throat uncontrollably. In any other situation, the obscene gagging noises you were making would have made you laugh but they only made you worried that someone would hear. He didn’t seem to care though. Little beads of sweat began to form on his forehead and pretty soon the room was filled with his breathy moans and grunts.
“Fuck…you do this a lot?” He questioned. “Knew you were a slut when I saw you..”
You did your best to shake your head but he paid you no mind. His words were harsh but you couldn’t ignore the traitorous jolt of pleasure that trickled between your legs.
“Enjoying this aren’t you? Go on then, touch yourself.” You hesitated. “I don’t like to repeat myself.” He snapped.
Your slipped your hand past your panties and a wave of relief washed over you as you finally rubbed your sensitive folds. You moaned around him and he picked up the pace bucking into your mouth.
“Do you give this treatment to everyone huh? Keeping up team morale?” He uttered humorously. You moaned again, finally submitting to his humiliation as your fingers worked hurriedly against your sensitive clit.
It wasn’t enough. Despite knowing the risk you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you stupid right there. Everything became a blurr.
Suddenly he stopped, leaving you disappointed as he yanked his throbbing cock from your mouth. Before you could say anything his hands found your chin once again and he jerked your head up forcing you to look into his eyes.
“I’m gonna finish now and you’ll take every drop, you hear me? Don’t waste nothing.” He growled, his accent heavy.
You could only nod in response.
He pumped himself a few times and you decided to help him over the edge. You massaged the head of his cock with your tongue and hollowed your cheeks around him. He let out a loud grunt and gripped the back of your head helplessly.
A few more pumps and he was cumming all in your mouth and on your face. You couldn’t help but find him cute as his features (the ones you could see) twisted in pleasure as he released. The sound he let out was enough to wake the dead. It seemed like he really needed this and you were more than happy to help a soldier out, knowing how hard it can get on base. You happily cleaned his release off your face as he caught his breath. His attention shifted back to you realizing you hadn’t finished yet.
“Wow. Looks like you could use a hand love.” He joked patronizingly. Still chasing your release you whined and sat back on your feet, spreading your legs pathetically. You pouted at him as he looked down at you cruelly still trying to get yourself off.
“Well that sucks for you sweetheart. I have work to do. See you around I guess.”
No fucking way.
It felt like he was smirking again as he made his way over to the door.
“Wait please! I just need-“ You scrambled to no avail. The echo of the door slamming taunted you. After a few minutes of you desperately jamming your fingers in your cunt you gave up and left the locker room disheveled and pitiful.
The walk of shame back to the women’s barracks was almost enough to make you leave the your job entirely.
That night you dreamt of the enigma that was “Ghost” and wondered if you would ever meet again. (If there was a next time you’d make sure to give him something to remember you by.)