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Ghost stood with his back against the barracks wall, watching carefully as you trained the new coming dog handlers in camp. 

You stood tall, your back straight with your hands held behind your back as you stared at the newbies holding their dogs tightly by their leashes. You glanced down to your own assigned dog, Riot stood proudly with his tongue lopping out of the side of his mouth as he waited for instruction, looking up at you every so often for a command.

Ghost could hear your voice bounce across the courtyard as you fed orders to each and every one of them. The tone you used with the new ones was far stricter than your normal voice. It was attractive.

Not that it mattered currently. He couldn’t come over and tell you that he found it hot. Not that he would anyway. It had been probably about a month since he scolded you in the gym about being defiant, and weirdly enough you hadn’t acted up overly since.  Although you hadn’t been on many major missions together since retrieving Admir. 

You were supposed to go on an intel mission a few days after it but something spooked the group that were meeting up and they dipped. 

But the mission was back on. 

You were flying out tonight to get to their meeting spot. Along the Gulf of Mexico in a place called Tampico. 

He was pulled out of the stare as cigar smoke pooled beneath his nose, along with the shuffling of heavy gear and the denim of jeans came to a stop beside him. 

“There she is.” Price chuckled gently as he watched you launch forward at one of the students while trying to teach them how to get their dogs to stay even while they’re being attacked. “I’d hate to be on the wrong side of our K9.” 

Ghost let out a small grunt.

“ ‘ow’re you feeling about this intel mission, Simon?” He questioned.

“We do what we need to. Having her and Soap on the roof closest to them posing as civilians is our best bet.” He replied, his voice gruff and tired from lack of sleep.

Price nodded. “Agreed, mate. We’ll have both of ‘em wired. K9’ll plant the device as close as she can, I know she will. And if they start shooting, we’ll be their guardian angels.” He grinned as he finally put his cigar between his teeth once more.

They both continued to watch you. 

“She sure does love those dogs.” Price muttered, primarily to himself since he knew he wouldn’t get much from his dear friend.

Ghost watched as you let Riot grab onto your sleeve and yank as hard as he could. The animals that you handled every day were trained to kill on sight. With a single hand motion they would be on you, ripping you to shreds. Yet you handled them like they were common house pets.

The soldiers lined in front of you watched with worried looks and knotted brows as you explained whatever it was you were saying to them.

After a few moments, Price put his thumb and forefinger between his lips and blew, letting out a loud whistle that travelled across the grounds. 

All of the dogs lifted their heads and in unison, you and Riot turned to see the source. 

You gave a nod as you were beckoned over to your higher ups. You turned back to the soldiers in front of you. “Right! Rookies I want you to pair up. Set the dogs down to the side and start to spar. If they approach you. Say their triggers- the correct trigger, to send them back to their spot until they get the message.” You barked. 

“Do you understand!?”

“Yes Colonel!!” They all chanted back to you.

“Good lads and ladies!” You grinned before heading out of the open gate and towards Captain John Price and Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley.

Your smile started to resurface as you jogged towards them, Riot following in tow.

“With a face like that people are gonna start callin’ you pup.” Price teased your soft demeanour.

“Yeah? Well whoever wants to try it can find out why it’s K9, Captain.” You grinned as you silently clicked your fingers to allow the dog to roam freely from your side. “What can I do for you?”

“Wanted to pull you away from training early to make sure that you’re prepped and ready for the mission.” He informed as you crouched down to fuss the large German shepherd that hounded you to play.

“I’m always ready for a mission, ain’t that right honey?” You cooed at the dog before he took off into an energetic sprint. You bounced back up onto your feet and looked between the two men. 

“Good girl.” Price chuckled, patting your arm before squeezing it gently. “How’s the stab wound healing up?”

“Can’t feel it at all.” You pointed out. “Apart from when SOMEONE not naming names, grabbed onto the stitches in training.” You glared directly at Ghost.

He stared down at you. “You wanted to train. Not me.”

You glared at him harder. “You were the one that told me Soap was going too easy.” You argued back.

“Now now, save the spat for later, we’ve got things to do.” Price interrupted.

You looked up at him and hummed. He was a handsome man. Captain John Price was a true Brexit geezer. 6ft 2, built like a brick shit house, his gloomy blue eyes held war and tragedy behind them, glazed over with a reassuring warmth. 

His scruffy brown greying hair was normally hidden under a hat, preferably his camo bucket hat. But you could see the wonderful mixture of colours in his beard. Currently he was sporting a “cookie duster” beard, letting the moustache and sides grow out while he trimmed the chin. He was a reassuring sight for anyone in the barracks.

You had him to thank for being here in the first place. He was a good friend to you and an even better mentor. 

“We leaving so soon?” You questioned.

He nodded. “Won’t be long now. Just waiting for confirmation of the helo and we’ll be on our way.”

You gave a nod and let out a short whistle to bring Riot back over to you, once he’d slowed himself to a stop you rubbed his face and peppered his head with kisses. “I’m gonna be gone for a little while okay buddy? Make sure not to give anyone too much grief.” You sighed.

Price smiled a little. “You keep talkin’ to him like that and he’ll grow soft. Won’t be suitable for the job.”

You tutted and grabbed the dog by the jowls. “Then you could come home with me huh? My big Red Riot living a life of luxury for the rest of his days.” You cooed.

Ghost rolled his eyes. Red Riot . What a stupid name. He was just happy that the dog went by Riot and not the full thing. 

Price scoffed and patted your back. “It’ll happen eventually. We all know you’ve called dibs on him.”

“Because he’s my little man.” You smiled as you stood up straight once more.

“Go put ‘im in the kennels ‘nd get ready. I don’t want to have to wait for you.” Ghost spoke up, watching as you turned on your heels and gave a half assed salute.

“Yes sir.” You purred before wandering off, Riot following behind obediently.

Price shook his head with a chuckle. “She’s a right one.” He muttered as he and Ghost left in the opposite direction.

It didn't take long for you all to reconvene at the helicopter pad before moving into the vehicle and getting yourself situated into your seats. 

You and Price sat beside each other with Soap and Ghost opposite you as you were flown to your destination.

“Right. So do we know the plan?” Price questioned, looking around at all of you as you nodded in return to his question. 

“Let’s go over it one more time anyway for the slow ones.” He hummed. “These men that are holding a meeting tonight, they’re not as high up on the chain of command as we were hoping to hear from. But they’re high up enough that what they’re talking about can be used as intel to help us further our little investigation.” 

“The place you two will be stationed on is an abandoned pub roof right beside ‘em. The only thing separating the two buildings is a shitty little alleyway.” He informed, pointing at you and Soap. 

“You’ll go in as civilians so we want you to dress the part.”

“Since the building is a known area for youngsters to go and ‘have fun’ I want you to play it out as if you were on a nice little date.”

“We want you to walk from the restaurant across the street and sneak into the building after ‘having a few drinks’ alright. We’ve had the place cleared out for the next 24 hours so that we can have some men inside. They’ll be there to prevent the two men escaping if they try too.”

“Me ‘n Ghost’ll be your eyes in the sky. There’s a set of buildings just beside the pub that we’ll be stationed on with our rifles. Our eyes will be on you at all times.”

“The chip we want you to get to them is small but not small enough to just launch over at them. Be smart about it alright you two?” 

You nodded and turned your head to look over at Soap who smiled at you in return.

“Pints on you.” He grinned, earning a scoff and middle finger from you. 

“I’d drink you under the fucking table.” You declared, earning a laugh.

“Bile yer heid, ya bampot!” He scoffed.

You let out a laugh. “What does that even fucking mean?” 

“Enough you two.” Ghost huffed. “Fucking ‘ell.”

It took a few hours for you to reach the boat that would play your safe house. 

You and Soap were forced into a nice set of clothing, since you needed to look like you were sneaking off from a date if you were spotted. 

So after studying what the usual outfits were around here you decided that you would fit in with a red dress. It was overdone in your opinion but you knew that it was a popular date dress style. And since you were in Mexico the warm weather prompted people to go for lighter material as well as shorter stuff. 

The outcome of your shopping was a red, off the shoulder, ruffled sleeve, burgundy dress that was shorter in the front and a little longer in the back, only reaching the back of your knees. As well as a pair of short gladiator sandals and simple jewellery that you found on one of the racks. 

You adjusted the dress around your bust and took a breath as you looked in the mirror. You wiped around your mouth once more before adjusting your necklace and standing straight. You double checked your sandals to make sure that they were on properly before lifting your dress up to fasten your knife into the sheath on the back of your thigh. 

You opened up the bathroom door and walked out, wiping your dress as you regrouped with the others in the main room of the boat. You held your arms out with a grin as you showed off your fit. 

“Tell me, am I fuckable right now? OR am I fuckable right now?” You beamed with a twirl. 

Soap grinned and gave you a whistle. “Well, guess ye can look like somethin’ other than a dog eh?” He complimented as he also stood up. His outfit was also picked out by you. 

A pair of jean shorts and a button up shirt with open backed black loafers. He gave off entitled rich boy energy. 

You thanked him and looked over to Price who had stood up with an old man grunt. 

“Nice to see you in something other than your uniform hm?” He smiled, patting your bare shoulder. 

“I feel naked.” You admitted. “The slightest breeze and my coochie’s coming out.” You pointed out earning a scoff from the man while a childish giggle came from Soap. 

You giggled in return to his laugh before Price started speaking once more. Your eyes travelled around the room until it reached the door to the stairs where Ghost stood silently with his arms crossed tightly against his gear. 

You offered him a soft smile with a nod while his eyes met yours from whatever they were doing. Which earned you a nod in return before your attention was pulled away. 

“Huh?” You muttered.

“I said I want you ‘nd Soap to head down to the restaurant across the street. There’s a bar inside, sit there and order a drink and find something to talk about. If they have other men across from them I want you to be as inconspicuous as possible.”

“Yes sir.” You agreed. 

“We’ll give you the word when it’s time for you to head up to the pub. There’s a way in through a window on the left of the building. Soap I want you to give her a lift up through it. Act gentlemanly.”

“Oof that’s gonna be hard for him.” You taunted.

“Chew ma banger.” He grunted, shoving you in the arm as you giggled at him.

“What does that mean?” You questioned as he threw a charming smile your way.

He leaned over and flicked you in the nose. “Eat my dick.” He informed.

“You two. Keep the banter for out there.” Price ordered. “You can leave now. We’ll be out in 15 minutes to get up to the roof.” He finished, holding his fist up to see you off.

You bumped the side of your fist against the front of his before heading towards the door. You stared up at Ghost and nodded, holding your hand out to bump against his.

He stared at the smaller fist before uncrossing his arms, clenching his hand into a fist before bumping it against yours while he moved out of the way. His gaze followed you as you walked out of the door and up the stairs. He quietly watched the backs of your calves as you got out of his sight.

He was pulled out of it by Soap smacking his shoulder before squeezing it gently. 

“Good luck Lt.” The Scotsman nodded before bumping his fist and following you up. 

The breeze was warm as the sun started to set. From what Ghost had told you earlier, between the buildings would continue to be bright even after the sun went down due to the fact that most of them were commercial. You know, hotels, restaurants, pubs, clubs, things like that. 

You pushed your ear piece in a little more to make sure that it was secure before you moved to the edge of the boat to jump out onto the dock. You turned around and nodded Soap over to you as he did the same thing. 

“Fuckin hate these shoes.” He muttered as he caught up and you walked into the town together. 

You rolled your eyes. “You’re just not used to them.” You tried to tell him as you listened to Price in your ear.

“Don’t forget, you’re posing as a couple. I want you to act like it.” 

You nodded and looked down to Soap’s hand before intertwining your fingers with his. You looked up at him and raised an eyebrow as he grinned at you.

“I’m startin’ tae think that you like me.”

You scoffed. “In your dreams big boy.” 

The walk to the restaurant was pretty uneventful. Although you did enjoy being able to see the casual nightlife. 

You stepped through the doors into the pleasantly cool restaurant before dragging Soap to the bar and taking the two available seats that you could before they were gone. 

You both turned to bump your legs together to get ready for your conversations as if it was just a comfortable date between a couple on holiday. 

Soap watched as the bartender approached with a commercial-esque smile. He then turned his gaze to you as you meddled with your hair while smiling back at the man excitedly. He watched as you exchanged kind words between you both, about what you’d like to drink before the man started asking about why you were here.

You joked and giggled throughout your explanation. You were simply a couple on holiday for your 4 year anniversary. Travelling from where you lived in the world to take a needed break from the office and all. 

The man looked over at Soap and hummed. “And what can I get for you?” He asked.

Soap rubbed the scruff on his chin and hummed. “What’re you getting?... love.” He questioned, adding the pet name to sweeten the sentence up. 

You blinked slowly before opening your mouth while leaning your hand on your cheek. “A campari spritz.”

The bartender scoffed gently as Soap continued to look confused. “You seem like a budweiser and lime type of man.” He hummed. 

The Scotsman looked towards you and watched you nod slightly. “How’d ye guess?” He falsely chuckled as the man dipped beneath the bar and pulled out a bottle for him.

You paid the tender and played with the umbrella in your drink as you giggled to yourself about the slightly disgusted look on Soap’s face. 

“What are you laughing at?” He questioned. 

“You look insulted by the man.”

“Look? I am? Do I look like I drink pisswater?” He questioned quietly to which you giggled into your hand. 

You moved to put your other hand on top of his as it rested on the bar before leaning close to him. “Just pretend for today.” You purred, watching him blink quickly at you before you slid yourself away.

Ghost stuck his fingers up the back of his mask to scratch the back of his head as he propped his gun up beside him. Keeping an ear out for anything odd that struck him from the surroundings.

“Ghost?”

“Captain.” He returned the short greeting through comms. 

“You set and prepped?”

“Affirmative.”

There was a moment of silence where Ghost could hear the Captain’s gun cock through the earpiece before the brunette spoke up once more.

“You’re grinding your teeth again Lieutenant. I can hear it through comms.” He chuckled a little.

Immediately Ghost released the tension on his jaw as he was called out for his actions. He let a breath escape his nose as he turned to face the meeting spot. “As usual sir.” 

Price rolled his eyes as he adjusted his sight on the meeting spot as well. “Not quite. What’s got your knickers in a twist about this one?”

Ghost let his nose scrunch up in confusion before he shook his head. “Nothing. Just don’t want those two to fuck this up.” 

The captain sighed. “I see where you’re coming from, mate. But they’re both capable. And their lives are even more on the line than ours, so I doubt they’re gonna fuck it.”

“Hm.”

Price couldn’t help the chuckle that crept up his throat. “I know that ya don’t think they work well together, but they do. Even if they don’t seem too professional about it. That’s exactly what we need for this mission.” 

Ghost didn’t reply to the man, instead he settled his cheek against the side of his gun while staring down the scope. 

You could hear the static in your ear from the comms before Price’s voice quietly followed through.

“Make a move, K9.” 

Soap turned his gaze to you as you grabbed your glass, bringing it up to your lips before chugging the rest of the alcohol from it. Then sucking the cherry between your lips and chewing it before spitting the pit back into the glass as you put it down. 

He stared up at you as you gave him real ‘fuck me’ eyes. 

The place was littered with cameras so you needed to make your intent as plain as possible. 

You stood up from the bar and grabbed Soap’s hand, pulling him from his own chair and leading him out of the building, a ‘tipsy’, warm smile pulled at your lips with mischievous intent behind it. 

You looked around as you got outside before crossing the slightly busy street towards the dark building. 

“A window on the left…” You muttered, continuing to pull the scot behind you as he played the slightly dopey boyfriend. 

“You’ve really got this act in check.” He murmured to you as he grabbed your hips to hoist you up onto the window ledge. 

You grinned down at him. “What can I say, I play a natural bimbo.” You complimented yourself as he lifted you up and you got yourself through the window, you turned around and held your arm out to grab onto his forearm as he pulled himself in. 

“There are three soldier’s on the second floor. Gaz will point you towards the fire exit to the roof.” Price informed. 

You brushed the dust and dirt from the back of your dress with a nod as you started to jog up the stairs. Your eyes scanned each room you could see into feverishly as you passed them before seeing three soldiers posted at different windows. 

“Boys.” You muttered as one came forward. “Gaz.” You beamed as he put his goggles up and pulled his balaclava down to smile back at you.

“Y/n. You’re looking good.” He complimented with a genuine smile for a moment as Soap wandered up behind you.

“Aye, where’s my compliment?” He questioned as the other man walked towards him, patting him on the shoulder for a second.

Gaz let out a playful scoff. “Don’t you worry Sergeant. I didn’t forget about you. But I don’t have time to kiss your ass as well.” He teased before nodding back towards the stairs. “Head up there. The door squeaks. So try to minimise the sound.” He suggested as you both headed up onto the roof.

He was right. The door creaked even when Soap stood too close to it. So you both used your strength to lift it up enough to push the hinges back into place before opening it and closing it behind you. 

“Where’re we stationed, Captain?” Soap questioned as he double checked that he had the device in his pocket. 

“The right of the roof. You’ll see ‘em. But don’t look too long. Let’s make this quick.” 

Soap followed your lead as you wandered over to the corner of the joining walls. You pointed over at nothing in particular as if you were just trying to draw the man’s attention away from anything else. “What’s the plan?” He questioned.

You took a breath. “The chip is the most important part of this. We need it over there. Even if we don’t get their conversation now. As long as we don’t spook them then the chip will stay live for long enough until their next encounter.”

He caged you in the corner as you looked over the smaller buildings while he was against your back with his head down on your shoulder, the scruff on his jaw tickling your skin. “Alright. But how’re we doin that?”

Soap could practically hear the cogs in your head turning to try and figure this out. 

It was proving to be difficult to find a solution to your problem. On one hand you could just launch the chip over to them and hope that it lands in some of the well maintained shrubbery. But the issue with that is that you don’t have control of the bounce, what if it bounced out of the bushes and onto the floor in front of them?

While you and Soap were coming up with a plan, Ghost and Price had their eyes on the situation. Ghost kept you both in his sights as Price kept up with the movements of the men on the other building as they drank and smoked together as if they were on nothing but a lads night out. 

One man in particular caught his attention as his gaze followed over to the roof you were on a few times. 

“Oi, you two. Move from the corner, one of ‘em is looking.”

You could feel the back of your neck heat up as nerves bubbled in your chest. “Shit, alright.” You quietly muttered back before turning in Soap’s grip. 

“Move with me Johnny.” You breathed as your hands ran up his chest and over his shoulders, locking behind his neck. 

He nodded obediently as you started to move the both of you. “Can do, Colonel.” He gulped as you put your hand on the back of his head before bringing him down to lock your lips together. 

Soap’s hands moved down to your hips as he started to realise what you were doing. 

Price moved his scope from you back to the man as he realised what you were doing. You were attempting to take the suspicion away from you by acting like every other couple that found themselves up there. 

But it wasn’t working.

“You’ve pulled his attention. I repeat. You’ve pulled his attention.”

You huffed into Soap’s mouth before pulling back for a breath. “Right. This isn’t going as planned.” You gulped, looking up from Soap’s glistening lips to his eyes. “Still following?” You questioned as you moved back towards the wall. “Don’t look at them.” You demanded, using your hands against his cheeks to stop his head from moving.

“Keep your eyes on me.” 

He nodded quickly as your thighs hit the cold wall.

“The fuck are they doin?” Ghost growled as he gripped onto his gun harder.

Price watched the men carefully, none of the others had clocked on yet. “Hopefully worming their way out of a sticky situation, Lieutenant.” 

You sat yourself on the edge and parted your legs. “Stand between them.” You ordered. “I’m gonna unbuckle your belt and pull your shorts down a little. You picking up what I’m putting down?” You asked.

He scrunched his eyebrows for a second. “We’re gonna fuck?” 

You shook your head and tried not to let a laugh escape you. “No. We’re gonna pretend like we’re fucking. Price, are his eyes still on us?” You questioned. 

“His eyes ‘aven’t left you.” 

You nodded gently. “If this doesn’t work we might need your quick trigger finger.” You gulped.

You looked up to Soap and pursed your lips for a second. “Grind against me.”

“What?”

“Look like you’re fucking me. That’s assuming you can do that?” 

He let out a scoff. “A show ey? Well you little freak, I can do that.” He admitted as he moved his hands down to your hips before pulling you just to the edge of the wall so that your pelvis would be just over his.

From the building beside you it looked like you were just two horny people getting it on. A young attractive couple thinking that they were out of prying eyes. 

Price watched the men carefully as the first man gently tapped the others to quietly draw their attention over to the scene. Looks and obvious comments were passed between the four men as they continued to shamelessly watch while they talked. 

It made something in the Captain’s gut curdle. The idea of old men fawning and getting bricked over a ‘young couple’ having a moment to themselves while thinking that they were out of prying eyes, made him more than deeply uncomfortable. 

Soap panted gently as he ground against you for the 3rd minute. “I- So uh, what are ye expectin’ them t’do?” He asked. 

You were in the same boat as he was unfortunately, and it felt humiliating knowing that you were being watched. “Well, I’m… banking on one of them catcalling.” 

He scoffed as he gripped your hips a little tighter. “That’s it? I mean I get it, they look like a bunch of old pervs but- That’s a slim chance, even if they are creeps.” He huffed as he put his head down on your shoulder, getting a quick glance of the men on his way down. 

“All eyes’re on you lass.” He informed. 

You sucked your cheeks in as you tried to think. “Got the chip?” You asked, earning a nod.

“Why, what’re you doing?” Soap questioned as his gaze followed your hands towards your back before his eyes landed on your breasts while you pulled the front of your dress down enough to reveal your bra. “Steamin’ Jesus…” He mumbled as he reached into his pocket and grabbed the chip.

He watched as you pulled the bottom of your dress up, finally revealing the knife that you very carefully took out of the sheath, hoping to god that none of them could see it. You carefully pulled your bra down enough to grab some of the inner cup before you took the knife, stabbing through the corner a little to open the cup up slightly before taking the chip from Johnny. 

He watched you stick your finger into the incision to open the inside up a little more before you tucked the chip in. Burying it in the padding before trying to tuck the broken fabric back in to hopefully cover your tracks. 

You slipped the knife down onto the floor quietly before taking a deep breath as you pulled your dress back up.  

“If they’re not doing anything now, maybe we have to switch it up.” 

“Tae fuck does that mean?” 

You tapped his hips to get his movements to slow down. “I’m gonna face them.”

“Y/n don’t you dare-” Ghost’s voice finally spoke up through comms. But by the time he got to ‘dare’ you were already bent over the wall. Your boobs pressed against the cold concrete as you gave an over exaggerated gasp at the men. 

To which they just smiled at you. 

They were trying to talk to you but you couldn’t understand what they were saying. It was foreign to your ears and unfortunately not part of one of the languages that you knew. 

You could feel your cheeks heating up as embarrassment and shame grew up the back of your neck, but you needed to get this done. 

“Can either of you understand what they’re saying?” You mumbled into your ear piece.

“No idea.”

“Nothin’.” 

You huffed as a low wolf whistle came your way, prompting you to lift up onto your hands, giving them more than enough of a view of your bouncing chest. You tilted your head as they shouted something over to you. 

They all shared a glance as they realised that you couldn’t speak their native tongue. So in turn the man that gathered their attention on you stepped forward. He took a deep breath, letting his big gut really pull at his tucked in white shirt. He brought his hands to his mouth as he stepped forward.

“Let them out!” He called over to you with a thick accent as one of the other men motioned to his own chest. 

You gave your best fake smile. “Fucking pigs.” You muttered beneath your breath. “Just what we wanted.” 

Price watched you carefully as Ghost kept his gun on the largest man, “The bloody hell is she doing?” The Captain questioned the others, knowing that you would be ignoring comms to concentrate. 

Soap looked down at your ass to cover his mouth from view as he spoke back to the others. “Chip’s in-” He grunted. “Her bra.” He finished. 

Price thought about it for a second. 

“That means that she was bargaining on this particular thing fucking happening.” Ghost huffed. 

“Don’t get worked up now Lieutenant. It’s working. Give her a bollocking if it fails.” Price was quick to defend you . “We’ve got eyes on all four. From your position you can take out two in one while I take out the other, one of us will finish soon enough todrive a bullet into the final man.”

“But I want to avoid that.” 

Ghost let out a displeased grunt as he adjusted his position once more.

You shook your head at the men as they let out playful boos and barks at you. You brought your hands up off of the wall. “Soap, hold my waist or I’ll fall.” You directed, feeling his large forearm scoop around from behind you to pull you closer by your stomach. 

“Better?” He grunted.

You nodded a little as you reached your hands behind your back and unclipped your bra. You pulled it out from under your dress before dangling it in front of you, a grin plastering your face. 

“Soap I want you to pretend like you’re about to bust.” 

He let out a scoff. “Can do.” He agreed as he started to force his movements to stutter, while his gaze remained on the bottom of your back.

The whistles from one of the taller men caught your attention as he stepped towards the other wall’s edge while he spoke. 

You tilted your head at him as you gripped your bra in your hand. Your gaze moved to the large man once again. He had brushed his clearly dyed black hair back against his skull as he watched you. 

“He wants it!” He called over before pointing to your bra. He tilted his head a little to the side as the tall one whispered in his ear. “Oh. And the underwear!” He barked. 

You had to force your features not to recoil in disgust as he demanded things from you. 

You turned your head to the side. “Tell them no, Say bra only.” You told Soap. “Give a ‘jealous boyfriend’ act.”

He nodded quickly as you pretended to relay the men’s request to him. He stood up straight and shook his head. “Only bra!” He shouted across.

The tallest man’s eyes darkened as he was denied one half. He leaned down to whisper into the black haired man’s ear before pulling back watching him nod a confirmation. 

You carefully watched them as he stuck his hand behind his back and under his jacket. “Hold fire.” You quickly spoke to Ghost and Price before they could even assume what was going on. 

Ghost’s grip grew as he pointed the shot at the man’s head. “I have a clear view.” He growled.

“Rog. Listen to her Ghost. Keep your finger on that trigger but don’t pull it.” Price intervened.

The man slowly pulled a handgun out from behind him. It was plated in gold. Rather decorative for a weapon in your opinion. But the people that ran gangs across the world wanted nothing more than to look ‘cool’ while doing it. 

He watched as your eyes grew wide before you put your hands up, nudging back against Soap to do the same. 

“He said he wants both, pretty girl!” He called over. “Give him what he wants.” 

You quickly nodded as you pushed Soap back. “Keep your hands up, Johnny.” You whispered as you ‘shakily’ moved your hands down beneath your dress and pulled your underwear down and off. 

You held them up to make sure that’s what they were actually after, earning a nod. 

“Throw them over hot stuff!” 

You balled the bra up and wrapped it into your underwear before stepping back. You gave a warning that you were going to throw it before launching the items over to them. 

The tallest of the four quickly reached forward as the others laughed at you for looking so afraid. 

You had put your hands back up in their view as they inspected the items. Your eyes followed the gun as the man whipped it towards the exit of the building before shouting something over to you in their native language. 

You assumed that it was for you to go. 

So you grabbed Soap’s hand and quickly ‘fled’ the area.

You stopped when you got down to the second floor, meeting back up with Gaz and the other two soldiers. 

You nodded at them. “We’ve gotta run. Meet you back at the base.” You told him as you continued to drag Soap with you.

Soap hopped out of the window and held his hands up for you. 

As you climbed through the window you looked up to see that the men had moved to watch you flee. You quickly pulled your gaze away from them and fell down into Soap’s arms before he took the lead of dragging you back to the boat. 

Once you got back you closed the door behind you and shivered. “Eeeuugh!” You huffed as you wiped your arms down to get the icky feeling away. 

“We’ve arrived at the boat. Meet you back here.” He informed the others as you both stood around. 

You quickly turned to the door as it opened once again. Soap had put his gun back on his side and pulled it out as he heard it.

You watched the black boots of Price wander down the stairs, while Ghost’s heavy thumping footsteps followed behind.

“Well, I don’t know how you thought of that. But it’s worked.” Price informed, watching your lips curl up. 

“You can hear them?” You asked.

“I can’t but the watcher can.” He hummed.

Kate Laswell. 

The name made you smile. “Shit, we’ve got the big guns in on this?” 

“Only Laswell to find out what they’re speaking.” He retorted as you thumped the roof to tell the driver to leave. 

You leaned back against the wall as the boat shifted into action. 

You listened to the men talking as you left. You turned to walk down the hall to get changed once again. So you walked into the bathroom and moved to grab your stuff from under the sink. You changed back into the bra and underwear that you’d switched before leaving for the mission. Now you were thankful that you did so.

You pulled your belt through its hoops and let it hang around your waist as you prepared your shirt. 

A knock at the door pulled your attention away from the task before you stood silently for a second, attempting to work out who it was. 

No sound?

Ghost.

You opened the door a crack before he pushed it further. He closed it behind him and stared down at you. 

“What can I do for you Lt?” You asked, noticing that he’d taken his vest off and was now in the bare materials of his uniform. 

He sighed as he watched you fumble with your shirt to put it back on. “What you did out there was reckless.” He pointed out. 

Your shoulders sank gently. He was here to yell at you again. 

“I was told to get the microchip to them. And I did. There was no wrong way.” You told him as you lifted the shirt over your head.

Ghost’s eyes travelled down to the healing scars on your side before they were covered by your deep green shirt. He looked back up at you as you concentrated on tucking your shirt into your pants. 

“They had a gun pointed at you Colonel-”

“Pointed. Emphasise that. They didn’t actually shoot, it was a threat.” You corrected. “You can’t seriously be having a go at me because I did my job? I didn’t do anything wrong.” 

Before he could get another word out, a voice came through the ear pieces. 

“We’re officially out of the danger zone. Back on track to the helo.” The driver told you all, allowing you to relax a little.  

Ghost shifted as you talked to him once more while you were sorting your belt and shirt out. He pulled his mask out from inside of his shirt with a slight sigh of relief.

“I understood why you were upset with me on the last mission, I was being an ass but I didn’t do anything against the rules in this. Price would’ve told me otherwise-” 

Your sentence was stopped when his hulking figure towered over you, getting closer before backing you against one of the walls. 

Your gaze wandered up his torso and to his face, obviously only seeing his eyes. 

“Why’re you mad at me?” You asked, watching him lift his hand up to the bottom of his mask.

Ghost hooked his thumb beneath the fabric and lifted up over his mouth and jaw. 

Instantly you realised what he wanted from you. Not why. You just knew what he wanted. You were careful not to let your eyes stray from his. You didn’t want to scare him off from lifting the mask anymore. 

But he didn’t lift it any further anyway. 

He dipped his head down and pressed his lips harshly against yours. As soon as you reciprocated the kiss he forced it deeper, letting his tongue map around the surroundings of your mouth once again.

After a few seconds he pulled back with barely a puff as he turned around and moved to grab the door handle. 

That’s when you finally cleared enough room in your head to think past those plump lips. 

“You’re jealous of Johnny?” You asked. Your tone was genuine as he froze from pulling his mask down. 

“Why on earth would I be jealous of him?” He scoffed. 

You put your hands up defensively, knowing that he could see you out of the corner of his vision. “Woah, I don’t know. Maybe because we just had to act out a sex scene? I mean I’m not the one who’s been sour about the whole operation.” You pointed out as he turned around to you, pulling his mask back down over the bottom of his face. 

“I’m not ‘sour’ about the whole operation you twat, I’m taking my job seriously unlike you and Soap.” He huffed defensively. 

You raised an eyebrow. “Me ‘n Soap weren’t supposed to act seriously. We were meant to blend in. I- I’m not trying to embarrass you or poke fun at you for it or anything, if that’s what you think.” You tried to make sure that he knew. His stiffening posture told you that his stress was growing. 

“It’s just the first thing that I thought of. I don’t know why else you’d kiss me like that, Or at all really.” You shrugged.

He went quiet. 

His hand moved back to the door handle and twisted it.

“You’re not mad at me right?” You asked quietly. 

“No.” He responded without thinking, just to leave you to your business in the bathroom. 

You blinked a few times. “What the fuck was that?” You muttered as you tried to run through what just happened. You shook your head and moved back to your boots, sitting on the lid of the toilet before getting the laces out enough to slip your feet in. 

You’d done your boots up quickly and grabbed your other clothes, shoving them into your bag along with your gun before exiting the bathroom. 

“There she is. The star of the show.” Price smiled as he patted you on the back. “Quick thinkin’ out there.” He complimented.

You nodded and dropped your bag down by the door. “Thanks.” You breathed, glancing around the room. “Where’s Ghost?” You questioned. 

Soap nodded up at the ceiling. “Upstairs. What’d you two talk about?”

You took a breath. “Oh he just wanted to give me a little slice of hell about my reckless thinking.” You lied. “Sorry about that by the way.” You apologised to your friend, bumping into Soap’s shoulder.

He let out a chuckle. “Don’t need t’ apologise, I think we’ve gotten closer.” He grinned. “WAY closer.” He teased as he lowered his head down to taunt you.

You smushed your hand into his face and pushed him back. “Shut the fuck up.” You scoffed. 

He let out a laugh and held his stomach while he did it. It took him a second to calm down before shaking his head. “But seriously, That knowledge won’t leave this boat if ye don’t want it tae.”

You thought on it for a second before nodding. “Yeah, I’d prefer that. Plus it means that we have an inside joke.” You smiled.

“Do we really need another?” Soap scoffed while Price rolled his eyes gently. 

“Since we’re keeping this between us, I’ll let Simon in on it. Not that he’ll talk anyway.” He sighed as he scratched at his beard while walking up the steps towards the deck.

You smiled softly and tiredly as you watched him leave. You turned back to Soap and watched his grin growing. “What?” You asked cautiously while leaning back.

“Nuthin’...” He giggled childishly. “Just thinking about how I’d be able to tell your from a selection of picture-”

“Shut the fuck up!” You huffed trying to keep your smile down as you shoved him out of the way. His giggle not making it any easier to keep a straight face.

You sat down on the stiff little couch built into the boat before pointing at him. “You tell anyone what my tits look like and I’ll kill you.” You threatened as he put his hands up.

“Aye, that’s between me ‘n the man upstairs.” He promised as he walked towards the stairs. “And by man upstairs I mean everyone on the deck.” He teased as he left.

“I’ll drown you!” You called after him as you heard him run through the door at the top, closing it behind him. 

You finally took a deep breath and rested your head against the wall behind the couch. You closed your eyes as you listened to the water rushing past as you sped towards your next destination. 

You couldn’t tell how long it had been but you were falling in and out of sleep the entire time. You ignored the footsteps coming down the stairs until the cushion dipped beside you. 

The deep exhausted breath that was left by the man told you that it was Ghost. 

“What can I do for you Simon?” You hummed.

He was a little taken aback. You never called him Simon.

You’d known each other for what? 4 years now? And he’d probably heard his name come from your mouth maybe twice, three times?

It was curious. 

“Y’never call me Simon.” He pointed out, turning his head to look down at you. He watched your lips twitch up into a smile.

“I like to save it for special occasions.” You admitted. “Aaannnd I’m never sure whether you’re okay with it.” 

“I call you Y/n don’t I?” He tried to tell you through a rhetorical question.

“Well yeah, but only when I’m in trouble.” You pointed out. The silence between you was weirdly comfortable after your comment. But you didn’t keep it quiet for long.

“What’re they up to up there?” You questioned. 

“Johnny’s staring at the water and Price is smoking a cigar.” 

You hummed. “I could go for a smoke.” You admitted.

“Didn’t bring anything with me. Otherwise I’d offer.” 

You shrugged. “We can wait until we’re back on land to find some.” You breathed as your eyes closed. “I’m so tired.” You admitted.

“Go to sleep then.” He quickly counteracted. 

You opened one eye to look up at him as he stared at whatever was in front of him. You closed it again with a scoff. “I would if I wasn’t so uneasy.” You muttered.

“Y’know, my whole ‘hating the ocean’ thing?” You pointed out. 

He didn’t say anything in return, he just offered a nod before resting his head back against the wall quietly. 

You found yourself growing more comfortable as the journey continued. You’d crossed your arms and pulled them to your chest as you rested your head forward. Your tiredness was pulling it forward anyway so to save your poor neck from the movements you sat with it forward. 

Ghost had resorted to cleaning one of his knives, shining the blade up just to pass time as you sat with each other. 

It wasn’t long before he could hear your breathing grow heavy and slow. He looked down at you from the corner of his eye and rolled them. He wasn’t about to disturb you though. That wasn’t his business. So he just moved onto his other weapons as he listened to your breathing mixed with the ocean waves. 

You had moved a few times in your sleep to get more comfortable. You ended up with your legs tucked up under you as you sat with your full body on the couch. Your arms were on your knees and your head was resting on them.

Ghost listened as the heavy footsteps of Soap started to descend the stairs. He looked over at you and huffed before carefully jabbing you with his elbow until you woke up. 

You were awoken just as Soap started to talk to you both, which really spun you out.

“Well well, what kind of skulduggery are you two up tae?” He teased. “You’ve been down ‘ere an awful long time.” He smiled as he looked over at you. “You look like ye’ve just woken from a coma.” 

You gave a tired nod. “Feels like it.” You muttered.

“Well, we’re dockin’ soon so captain wants us all ready.” He informed, watching you uncurl yourself before standing up and stretching out. 

You didn’t stay on land for too long. Before you knew it you were back in the helicopter getting ready to land at the barracks. 

You were ready to go to bed. The little nap you had on the boat didn’t do anything to cure your weariness. You’d all gotten up out of your seats to stretch your legs as the helicopter came to a hovering stop before lowering back down onto the helipad. 

You waited for the door to open before you hopped out, taking a deep breath of the fresh air that welcomed you back home. You rubbed your hair as an attempt to freshen up before you headed to bed. 

You and Soap were neighbours in your barrack rooms so you weren’t surprised when his heavy arm was slung over your shoulders as you started walking to the right building.

“Well done out there.” He praised. “You’re really one of the lads now.”

You turned to look up at him, your face plastered with false disgust. “Don’t ever say that to me again.” You told him, earning a laugh as he dropped his head forward. Your lips cracked up into a smile as you continued to stare at him. “I mean it. I’ll cut your tongue out and eat it if I have too.” 

He let out a laugh that he quickly covered with his hand before slipping his grip away from your shoulders.  He patted your back gently. “Stone cold. You’d really do that t’ya love?” He teased.

You shoved him by his face as he made smooching noises at you. “Get out of my face.” You giggled as you moved to grab the door handle.

“Ahhh I knew ya couldn’t.” He grinned. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

You nodded as you waited for him to open his door. “Yeah, Night Soap.”

“G’night K9.” 

With that you both went your own ways. You were more than happy to get back into your civi’s and crawl into bed.

Although when you were finally there, laying down while staring at the ceiling. You found yourself unable to sleep. 

You tried to settle for a little while before deciding to just go for a cigarette and hope that you were tired after it. So you got out of bed and rummaged through your bag for your cigs and a lighter before you managed to find your slides, slipping into them as you grabbed your jacket and threw it on, tucking your stuff into your pocket before heading out of the door and up to the roof. 

You quietly slipped through the large metal door and closed it behind you before wandering towards one of the edges to have a seat on the wall. 

You pulled your cigs out and placed one between your lips before quiet footsteps caught your attention. You lifted your head up and looked around the darkness for a moment before noticing a familiar shadowed figure leaning against the wall that the doors were on. You held your cigs out and hummed. “Want one?” You questioned through your loosely pursed lips as you held the cig between them. You smiled gently as the big skeleton faced man came into the dim night light a bit more. 

“It’s like getting a skittish cat to come out from under a car.” You teased. 

He scoffed. “Like hell it is.” 

Ghost took a cig from the box as you lit yours up and shoved the lighter in his direction. 

“What’re you doing up here?” You asked as you blew out your first drag. 

“Same thing as you.” 

“Smoke?” You questioned, earning a nod from him. “So you have your own cigs but you took one of mine anyway?” You questioned.

“Ain’t wasting mine.” He teased as he looked over the rest of the barracks.

Your comfortable silence was brought to an end when you let out a soft sigh. “How was I reckless on the mission?” You asked, your voice wasn’t defensive or looking for any sort of argument, It was pure curiosity. You looked over at him to see that he’d lifted his mask up over his mouth to smoke. 

Ghost could feel your eyes on the side of his head as he stared out over everything. 

“Rather than hiding or pretending to leave you chose to make your presence known.” He pointed out, to which you nodded. “It could’ve gone far worse if they were a little more trigger happy.” 

“But they weren’t. And we just have to be thankful for that.” You tried to reassure. “Soap had his gun on him too so it wasn’t like you and Price were alone in what you were doing.”

“You didn’t though.” 

“It wouldn’t have mattered if I did. I had my back to them for most of it.” You pointed out as a scoff came from his lips. “What? Something wrong with the way I did it?” You questioned playfully.

He shook his head. “Nah, Just not how I would’ve played that out.”

Very suggestive Simon. 

“Play what out?” You tried to coax as he grew closer to you.

“How you were fucking. That’s what.” He confidently explained, knowing that you both knew what he was talking about. 

You let out a quiet scoffed laugh. “And how would you have done it?”

“I firstly would’ve made it more believable.” 

“Care to explain?” You asked as you put the butt of the cig out on the wall, turning with him as he walked to you.

Now he stood in front of you as your back was to the edge. “Well, you’d just started, yeah? I think that it’d only be fair to give you something before making you take a dick hm?” His voice was low and grumbly. Just how you liked it. 

“Give me something? Like a gift?” You questioned as you stood up straight to stop yourself from folding for the man. You watched his hand as he brought it up to the cig between his lips before he took it out and held it towards you. 

“Hold this for me and I’ll show you.”

You took the cig between your two fingers. To which he took that as the okay to continue his demonstration. You watched as his hands came down to your sweats before grabbing the elastic and pulling you closer to him. 

You looked up at his lips before meeting his eyes that were still within the mask. 

“Not yet.” He muttered as he hooked his cold fingers into your sweats before he ducked down into a squat, pulling them with him. 

The chilled air hit your thighs as he worked the warmth of your pants down until he reached your ankles. Without hesitation you kicked your slide off of your foot before lifting your leg to help him get the garment from around it. 

Ghost’s cold digits ran up your calves until they reached your knees, spreading them apart while he prompted you to lean against the wall. He shuffled closer to you until your legs were either side of him. Leaving his face in the perfect position for what he wanted to give you.

His eyes flickered up to yours as you took a drag of his cig. “Give us a drag.”

You took a slightly shaky breath out as his fingers massaged the meat on your thighs. You adjusted the cigarette between your fingers to hold for him as he took a drag. You flicked the ash off the edge before moving your arm back into it’s previous position. 

You could feel the breath coming from his nose as he moved closer to your thighs, letting his lips drag along them as he made his way up to your pussy. You watched small clouds of smoke escaping through his nose with each breath out before he came face to face with you. That’s when he released the rest of it.

“How rude…” You breathed in an attempt to cover your nervousness. Which didn’t work of course. Just the flicker of his gaze up to yours sent your stomach tumbling and twisting. 

He practically ignored you with a small scoff as he moved his veiny muscled hands up your thighs. He parted them just a bit further before pressing his lips to your folds teasingly, only to stick his tongue past them to swipe up against your sensitive skin testingly. 

Simon was quick moving. When he wanted to do something he wasn’t wasting time. And now was an exact example. He peppered your folds with kisses before using his thumbs to spread them, allowing him to get a look at what he was really interested in. 

“Fuckin’ ‘ell.” He mumbled to himself before he moved forward, letting his tongue lol out of his mouth as he put the flat of it over whatever he could get it over before licking upwards. 

You gasped gently at his eagerness to move on. “Fuck, okay, Try not to knock me off the wall.” You breathed as your hand found the top of his mask. To which he stared up at you, not ceasing his movements at all. But it was a warning. 

“Don’t worry I just need some stability.” You reassured as he focused his energy on your clit, sucking it between his lips while attacking it with his tongue. All the while he stared up at you to gather as much of a reaction as possible. 

You slid your hips further off of the wall to try and get him further against you. “Fuck…” You practically whimpered as he adjusted once more. This time his tongue was doing laps of your increasingly wet cunt. Paying special attention to the clit before making its way down to your hole, lapping up whatever he could get from you. 

He knew you’d taste good. Now he regretted not eating you out in the gym. That really would’ve given him something to jerk off too. Not that the whole experience didn’t. It’s just that Simon Riley was what we call a pleaser. 

He loves to receive but there's nothing he loves more than being tongue deep in a cunt. Whether he’s got you on your back with your legs pinned down to prevent you from moving, or whether you’re straddling his face absolutely running wild with his mouth and nose. 

A slight fixation if you will.

Already this was proving better than the grinding that you’d gone through earlier. Soap was attractive and all, and yeah he really did know how to hit the spot with his hips, but it was nothing in comparison to the sole attention that you were receiving at the moment. 

It took a few minutes for the coil in your stomach to really start ramping up in tightness. You kept your lips pursed as you hummed and moaned into them with each expert movement that Ghost was doing to you. And this whole time the man hadn’t come up for air. 

You gave an almost insulted gasp as his lips left you while he took a deep breath. You looked down to see the bottom of his mask glistening just where he was held on his nose, along with the now swollen lips covered in your juices and his saliva that dripped down his chin. 

You glared at him as he stood back up and wiped your mess from around his mouth before sticking the fingers he’d used in it, licking them clean. 

“What are you doing?” You questioned.

“Didn’t say I’d give you the whole demonstration did I?” He taunted, listening to your slightly annoyed laugh. 

You stayed exactly where you were, sweats around one of your ankles and all. “C’mon I didn’t think I’d need to ask for anymore of a demonstration.” You breathed. “You were… eager… to continue it to say the least.”

“Well where’s the fun if you’re not suffering?” 

“I hate you.” You huffed. 

“Hating me isn’t gonna make me continue, isi?” He queried, moving to stand in front of you once more. 

Your eyes travelled over him, stopping at the bulge in his pants before meeting his gaze once more. “But you haven’t gotten anything out of it, so why stop there?”

He scoffed. “I got what I wanted.” He admitted as he stood with his leg between yours and his other on the outside. His hand came up to your chin and forced you to crane your neck up further to look at him properly. 

You squinted a little and looked at him as his tongue darted out between his lips to wet them and taste what he still had of you on them. You grinned gently. “And you’re not even gonna share?” You tried to persuade. 

Simon could feel his cock twitch in his boxers just at the idea of you kissing him to taste yourself. But he had to resist. “Why would I share something like that? The more for me-” He started, letting go of your jaw to bend down enough for his fingers to reach your pussy once more. He dragged the digits through the slick that pooled at your hole before bringing them back to his mouth.

“-The better.” He purred. 

You’d never known Simon Riley to speak so smoothly. And it was the hottest thing you’d ever witnessed. 

You let out a pathetic excuse for a sigh as your voice cracked a little while trying to hold back a giddy giggle.  

“You can’t just leave me hanging like that. Now that you’ve started your explanation I wanna know the extent of your tactical genius.” You grinned. 

He let out a gentle scoff. “You’re a real kiss ass. If that’s the case. I’ll have to show you.” 

You watched his hand as it reached back down between your legs, his fingers dragged over your folds before sliding between them once more. He teased his middle finger against your hole a few times as the wetness covered the digit for him to comfortably push it in you. 

He only pushed it into the knuckle once before he pulled all the way out and added another finger. Your gasp made him suck a small breath in as he looked at the rest of the camp from over your shoulder. “You sound surprised.”

“Didn’t think you’d be adding more so quickly.” You admitted.

“Well we’d be giving a show wouldn’t we? Can’t leave them waiting for the main act for too long.” He grinned as he started to move his fingers in and out of you, pushing them as deep as they could go before he brushed the pads of them across as many soft spots he could find in you before repeating the cycle. Each time his movements grew quicker. 

You quietly slid your hand over your thigh and towards your clit. That was before you could feel Ghost’s hand in your hair. 

“Don’t touch that. I’m not done with you yet.” He huffed as he slipped a third finger in to really stretch you out. “You wanted a demonstration. Congratulations. You got the full show.” He breathed as he turned his head to look down at what he was doing. 

“Look at that…” He breathed. “Needy fucking cunt taking all three and you’ll still be tight on my dick.” He gulped.

You let your head fall backwards once more as you dropped his cig on the floor. Ignoring it completely. 

“I was gonna ‘ave that.” 

“You’ve got your own.” You breathed as the familiar feeling of an intruding orgasm started to creep up on you. “Hmm, fuck Simon…” You exhaled once more.

His eyes lit up as you said his name. “You really do save that for special occasions.” He taunted as you smacked his arm. 

“Don’t ruin it.” You panted as you rolled your hips against his hand, even going as far as grabbing his forearm to prevent him from pulling them out before you could cum.

But you weren’t ever gonna be as strong as Ghost. 

He pushed past your poor barrier of preservation as slick dripped from his digits. He stood up and looked down at them as the opaque liquid strung between his fingers. “Get my belt.” He demanded. 

You furrowed your brows a little at his demand. 

“You’ve gotta work for something. Now c’mon before this dries on my fingers.” 

You got to it quickly as he shifted around to stand between your legs. His belt was off within milliseconds with his buttons not far behind. Once they were out of the way, Ghost reached into his boxers and immediately started to rub your slick into the throbbing length, focusing mainly on the head as you pulled his boxers down for him. 

You watched his hand move expertly around his cock as he traced his thumb over the tip before rubbing the sensitive area just beneath it. 

“Oi. We’re on a mission here.” He told you. “You wouldn’t have time on the actual mission to gawk and stare. But since your mouth is open, spit on it.” He ordered. 

You gathered saliva up in your mouth before leaning over his dick and letting it dribble from your lip as he rubbed it in. 

“Atta girl. Now open your legs.” He demanded as he moved closer to you. Close enough that his knees were touching the wall as he scooted you just off of the edge once more. His eyes stayed focused between you as he slapped his cock against your cunt before sliding it between your folds teasingly. He pushed the tip against your clit a few times to get a mewl out of you before moving down to your hole. 

You kept your own gaze between you both as he prodded at your entrance before finally pushing it in. You clenched your jaw as a deep, shaky breath left your nose. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had people beneath you sleeping or at least trying to, you would’ve let out the most pathetic moan that your body could muster. 

Just watching his thick cock disappear into you while he held his own grunts in, was making you clench around him. That was until his hands moving to your waist to pick you up properly took your attention. “What are you-”

“You’re shorter than me. I’m not buggering my knees up to fuck you there.” He grunted as he bounced you up to move his hands to your ass. “Plus, now I can really grab a handful.” He panted as he started to move you up and down his cock. 

You didn’t realise just how deep he would go when you were on top of him. All of your weight was in his hands, obviously with a little help from your legs around his waist. But other than that he was forcing you down onto his cock over and over without making you move a muscle. 

Your hands found his shoulders as you started to push against him to move quicker. “So- You  wanna- explain why you think your way is better- than Soap’s?” You moaned quietly as you grinned at him.

He scoffed. “Judging by your face- I don’t have to. Plus- Everything about my technique- is better than Johnny’s.” He grunted, as his hips slapped up into yours over and over again. 

Your eyes rolled back for a moment before you leaned closer. “What makes you say that?”

“Only a twat would- let anyone else see the- face you’re making right now.” He commented, watching your brows furrow as your cheeks darkened with the blood rushing to them. “Enough to make even a fucking- narc- cum.” He panted as he moved to press you against the wall by the exit, allowing him to move his hands while still keeping you up. 

“You’re just saying- nghh fuck- that because I’m letting you- fuck me-” You tried to tell him to which he let out a scoff.

“I’d fuck you- with a bag over your- head. Makes- no difference t’me, sunshine.” He groaned as his movements picked up now that he didn’t have to worry about you falling back. His hands moved to your shirt before quickly slipping up the garment and cupping your boobs. 

“I’ve got the upper-hand there, big boy.” You teased. “I’m fucking you while you’ve got a bag over your- head, and you still make me cum.” You breathed as you put your hands against his chest, gripping his shirt slightly. 

“Although, I would like to cum while looking at the man who’s doing it to me.” You told him suggestively. 

His movements didn’t falter, he kept up the knee trembling pace as he stared right back at you. There was no malice behind your eyes. No hint of a joke or even teasing. You genuinely wanted to be able to complete the moment by having something other than a skull with eyes to look at. 

He’d known you long enough. He’d just never gotten around to taking it off around you. It made him feel a little weird.

But you were letting him ruin your insides so how could he say no?

You felt one of his hands slip out from under your shirt, allowing a small draft to take its place as he reached up to the back of his mask. He tugged it a little before grabbing the small edge he’d now created, letting the fabric slip up from his face. It pushed his hair back for a moment before his dirty blonde locks settled onto his forehead once more, being stuck in that position from being pinned down by the mask all day. The rest of his hair was all over the place. It was a short cut but long enough to noticeably be messy.

You looked up from his plump lips as he let out a sigh of relief before taking in the rest of the features of this mysterious man. He had a strong, roman nose that sat between two sharp cheekbones with slightly hollowed out cheeks that matched his naturally frowning mouth. 

The most noticeable thing being his scars. He had one that ran just from beneath his hairline that disappeared before reappearing through his right eyebrow. Another one over the bridge of his nose that ran down the side of it, stopping at the bottom of his eye, and the final one you noticed was the one above his lip, running into the soft skin slightly. It was old and faded, leaving it looking somewhat smooth with a silverish tint to it. It was clear to see through the stubble that refused to grow around it. 

They were all gorgeous scars. But you knew from personal experience that you didn’t like talking about your scars. And you sure as hell weren’t about to ruin the moment with the newfound knowledge of his. 

You slid your arms up over his shoulders and let your hands drag up his neck and into his hair before pulling him closer to you.

“Much better.” You purred as you finally got to press your lips to his once again. You’d been thinking about it since the boat but it felt even better now. Your thumbs rubbed at the scruff on his jaw as your fingers spread out into his hair. 

Simon was quick to slip his tongue between your lips while his hand re-entered your shirt and cupped your tits, pulling them out of your bra enough to get to your nipples. 

You could feel that intense heat boiling back up in your stomach as he continued. Both of your tongues mapped out each other's mouths before sliding against each other in some sort of teasing contest. You both pulled back momentarily to actually get a breath out that wasn’t being recycled between the both of you. 

“Fuuuck…” Ghost moaned quietly as he forced his hips to stay steady. He looked up to your face as your eyes shut while your head fell back against the wall. He recognised that face you were making. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as he moved his hands from your breasts and down to your hips, holding them tightly as his movements sped up. 

You let out a surprised gasp as your eyes opened once more. Your gaze quickly fixated on the man who was about to make you cum. Staring into the cloudy blues that were accentuated by the black face paint that he had over his eyes and the bridge of his nose. 

You took a deep breath to control your noises as you ran your hand up into the back of his hair. Tugging it testingly. Which earned you a groan as he glared at you. “What?” You asked innocently. 

“You’re asking for it.” He grunted as his hips stuttered once more. “I’m not waiting for you to- c-cum.” He stuttered as you tugged his hair back before bringing him closer to kiss you. 

“Well, if you’re not gonna wait then I’ll just have to go someplace else for an orgasm won’t I-” 

His hand was over your mouth within seconds. “Cut it out.” He huffed as his other hand moved down to your clit. Something had lit up behind his eyes and he was more than ready to fuck you into cumming. 

Simon gathered what wetness he could onto his fingers before moving them back to your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure before snapping his hips up into you harshly. His movements were shallow and fast which was a perfect combo with the clit stimulation to push you over. 

Your mouth fell open as your thighs started to shiver gently. Before you could let out any sort of noise. Ghost’s mouth was on your’s, forcing his tongue in as you clenched around him hard. Your hips bucked and stuttered forward as waves of pleasure rocked over you. Your moans being swallowed by the man stuffing you currently while you rode it out. 

As soon as Ghost could see that you were done riding your orgasm out he pulled out. 

“On your knees.” He panted as he fisted his cock. “C’mon K9. On em.” He hurried you up.

You dropped down into a squat, not wanting to scuff your knees on the rough roof. You looked up at him as his free hand moved to your hair. 

“Fuck- Open your mouth pretty girl.” He grumbled. 

You hate to admit that your stomach flipped from the pet name. 

You did as you were told and opened up your mouth before sticking your tongue out, to which he slapped the glans of his cock against, watching pre-cum stick between you both. “Fuckin’ ell.” 

He spent a few more seconds just watching you with his bottom lip between his teeth as he fucked into his fist. “Fucking- gorgeous-” He grunted as he finally got to cum, hot spurts of thick cum coated your tongue and lips as he emptied himself, slipping his overly sensitive dick into your mouth for a moment while you sucked it practically clean.

“ Alright… Alright… ” He breathed as he finally pulled back enough while tucking himself away. “Fuck…”

You looked up as his hand was outstretched to you. You took it and pulled yourself up before bending over to put your sweats back on properly. 

Simon watched as you bounced back over to the wall to get your slides avoiding the gravel that coated the roof lightly. 

He looked around before picking his mask up from the floor. 

You turned back to him to see that he had already put his mask back on and was tucking it beneath his shirt. 

“Well, Thanks for the uh… demonstration.” You hummed as you reached him. “I’ll be sure to keep it in mind for the next time me ‘n Soap- Ow!” You gasped as he clocked you in the arm with a warning stare. 

“Not ‘appening. I’ve trademarked that.” He joked lightly as he made his way back to the wall. 

You let out a scoffed laugh before you scrunched your eyebrows confused. “Where’re you off?” You questioned as he turned back to you. 

“Final cig before bed.” He informed.

“Care to join?”