First off I'm sorry it took me so long to write this. I had a lack of motivation. Also please be grateful that I posted this chapter. I am officially distraught after having to re-re-type this after: 1. I forgot to save it and 2. when I also forgot to save it. So PLEASE… enjoy.
Ghost sighed contently, warmth spread throughout his body and his muscles felt more relaxed than he could ever recall. He nuzzled his head into the softness that rubbed against his face. "Wait… Softness?" Ghost opened his eyes to see a tuft of blood hair obstructing his view. Memories from last night flooded his mind and he paused, "to hell with it, I'm comfortable, I haven't slept this well in forever. I'm not moving." With that Ghost snuggled up closer to Gary and slightly groaned. Fuck, it just felt good. Just as Ghost was falling back asleep he heard a snicker, than a white flash filled his eye lids. His eyes snapped open and at first he didn't move, but it wasn't long until more snickers could be heard and another flash filled his sight. Ghost snapped strait up in bed and looked to his right. There, standing like total idiots, was Chemo, Rocket, and Meat, who happened to be holding a camera, with fading grins on their faces.
Ghost looked over to the nightstand that had a clock on it. "6:00 A.M.? Shit." "GET OUT YOU BLOODY BASTARDS!" Ghost yelled. Of course he tried standing up as he yelled this, which didn't quite have the effect he wanted when both him and Gary went tumbling into a heap on the floor tangled up in blankets. Ghost groaned loudly as one of Garys elbows hit him in the crotch, causing him to curl over in pain. "Ow." He simply stated tightly. Ghost heard laughter and another flash before the door to the room was slammed shut. For a moment everything was quiet except for the sounds of Ghost panting as he recovered. The silence was broken as Gary spoke, "I forgot to set the alarm…"
"No shit Sherlock." Ghost mumbled. He slowly sat up and sat against the bed frame next to Gary.
"I'm sorry if I just ruined your career."
Ghost shook his head, "No worries bug. 'Tavish'll help get this under control." Ghost thought about what Gary had said and felt butterflys in his stomach. "If Shepard gets ahold of those pictures…" He felt Gary shrug next to him and looked over at the younger man. He saw the worry on his face and placed a hand on Garys cheek, pulling his head so he was forced to look at him. "Hey, don't worry about it. Relax mate, you've got the day off." He watched as Gary nodded his head slowly. He gently grabbed Gary's hands, frowning as he turned them over to look at knuckles that had swollen red. He lifted the hands up, kissing each knuckle gently, looking up at Gary all the while. "I mean it." He murmured over the last knuckle. He felt Gary shiver as he let his breath trickle over Gary's hand.
"Ok Ghost."
Ghost smirked before lifting up his balaclava, just enough for him to place a kiss on Garys lips. As he pulled away he was happy to see that Gary's face seemed more relaxed. Nodding slightly Ghost stood up slowly, adjusting his balaclava so no more hair was sticking out.
"Come on. Let's go get something to eat. Aye?"
Gary nodded and got up stiffly, wincing at the stiffness in his shoulders. Stretching his arms he spread his arms up over his head and groaned as he felt his shoulder pop. Just as he was reaching down to grab a shirt that had been flung onto the floor he froze, glancing at Ghost who was eyeing him. Gary raised an eyebrow, "Like what you see?"
Ghost only grunted and reached past Gary to grab his sunglasses on the night stand ignoring the close proximity. Just as he placed the glasses over his eyes he felt his body get thrown into the wall. He let out an involuntary groan from both the pain of getting slammed into the wall and pleasure as he felt teeth graze his neck.
"Fuck Gary. Not now. I'm starving." He felt Gary's breath against his skin and looked down. The brown eyes that looked up at him captivated his thoughts as he slowly brought a thumb up to graze the mans cheek. "Later?" Gary nodded then stepped away, letting Ghost go through the doorway. Ghost couldn't help but jump and spin around in a flurry as he felt a hand slap against his butt. He glared at Gary who had a playful look in his eyes and growled, "If you do that again I swear I'll ducktape you to the front of a Humvee and let you sit there in-front of the whole taskforce for the day."
"Awww, I'm glad you care so much about me."
Ghost snorted. "Come on, let's go get something to eat." And with that Ghost yanked Gary out of the room and walked side by side to the mess hall.
By the time they got to the entrance Roach was a nervous wreck. As he entered the room with Ghost he nervously glanced at his table to see everyone eyeing him. When he had gotten his food he started to step towered the familiar table when he saw the looks everyone was giving him. He looked around to see no open spots. He sighed and was about to take his food outside when he felt a nudge from behind. Glancing back he saw that Ghost had nudged him with his elbow.
"C'mon mate, you're sitting with me today."
"Uh… really?"
"It's fine. MacTavish won't care."
Roach nodded and slowly fallowed Ghost. When he sat himself next to Ghost he glanced sheepishly at his captain before picking at his food. MacTavish raised an eyebrow at Ghost who gave him a look.
"So you two together?" Roach choked on the pancake he had been shoveling down while Ghost glared evenly at John. Ghost glanced over at Gary who was hacking up a lung and raised his arm, slamming a palm down onto Gary's back, effectively dislodging the food.
"You ok mate?"
"Yeah, thanks..."
Just then Meat walked into the mess, glaring at Roach the entire way as he sat down. Gary couldn't help it as his eyes bulged as he took in Meats face.
"Shite, you tenderized his face." MacTavish spoke without thinking. With two black eyes, a bandaged nose, and a cut on his cheek bone and jaw along with a distinct bruise on his cheek in the shape of knuckles, you couldn't really blame him. He glanced at Roach who was blushing profusely, averting his eyes and hunching over trying to minimize the glares that were being directed at him. Ghost felt distressed as he watched the regret that flashed across Gary's face. Without thinking he placed his arm over Gary's shoulder, squeezing the other man's shoulder. MacTavish watched as Ghost leaned over and whispered something into Gary's ear, watching as the younger man visibly relaxed.
"Well that about answers my question."
Gary looked on as Ghost visibly kicked MacTavish in the shin under the table, only to swear as he was kicked in return.
"Ok fine, be a bitch. I've got to start training soon anyway." He hesitated before removing his arm from around Gary, smirking as he saw the pout on the younger man's face as he did so. "Go relax, enjoy yourself."
Mumbling under his breath Gary grouched, "I was enjoying myself just fine…." Ghost laughed loudly before standing up. Yelling out some orders he ushered everyone outside until Gary and MacTavish sat alone. After a moment of silence MacTavish spoke up,
"You know, I haven't heard him laugh like that in over two years." Smiling he got up and patted Gary on the shoulder before he also stood up and stretched. "Well, like always I've got some paperwork to do. Listen to Ghost and go relax. I'd take advantage of this time if I were you. I don't even remember the last time I got to take a break."
Gary nodded and looked up at MacTavish. "Thank you sir."
MacTavish chuckled. "Please just call me John. You call Shepard sir."
"Ok… er… John."
John grinned down at the kid before walking away, smiling as he heard the first of yells from Ghost outside.
Outside with Ghost…
"What in the bloody hell was that? I swear you guys are purposefully trying to piss me off." Ghost leaned over and grabbed Chemo by the scruff of his shirt, hauling him up. All around him men were trying to learn the new hand to hand combat he was teaching them.
"Ok you know what? Fuck this, everybody get over here!" Chemo started to walk away, only to be dragged back by his shirt by a fumeing Ghost. "Nah ah. You're my volunteer." Turning Ghost acknowledged the entire group that had made a semi-circle around him. "I don't know how half of you are still alive if all you know is how to throw a hook. Let's learn something useful, such as dodging a knife attack." Shaking his head in distaste Ghost reached into his vest and pulled out his knife. Handing it over to Chemo he nodded, spreading his arms out. "Stab me."
Chemo stared blankly for a moment. He knew Ghost was crazy, but stabbing the skull masked man with a real knife really wasn't a favorable decision right now, especially when he knew how much the man hated him right now.
"Uh… Really?"
"What else would I be referring to."
Chemo swallowed the bile in his mouth before adjusting the knife in his hand so that his palm was face down with the knife sticking out to the right. With a nod from Ghost he lunged forward with his right leg, arching his arm to bring the knife around to slice across the throat. Ghost easily ducked under the arm, turning as he did so that his back was facing Chemo. Snapping out his left arm Ghost elbowed Chemo in the stomach while also shoving his head down with his right hand. Taking advantage of the bent over body Ghost adjusted his left arm and flipped Chemo head over heels so that he landed with a pained grunt on his back. Quickly fallowing so Chemo didn't have time to recover Ghost straddled Chemo's stomach so that he couldn't take in the air he had lost. Putting his right forearm against Chemo's neck he snapped his left hand against Chemo's that was holding the knife, effectively causing it to drop to the ground. Snatching up the knife Ghost pressed hard on Chemo's neck and shoved the knife up flush with Chemo's neck. All this happened within the span of a few seconds. While the group surrounding them gaped as they tried to comprehend what had just happened, Ghost growled at Chemo lowely so nobody else could hear.
"You pull any more shit like you have the past few days I won't think twice about slitting your throat, understood?"
At first Chemo didn't respond but when he felt the blade against his neck nick his skin he nodded slightly, to afraid to make a bigger movement in case the knife cut further into his skin. Ghost nodded slightly before stepping off of Chemo who took in a large gasp of breath. As he stood up he placed his hand against his neck. When he pulled away he couldn't help but notice the small smear of blood on his finger.
Ghost turned to the still gaping group. Everyone could hear the dark smile behind his mask as he spoke.
"Well get going. The first group to get that move down gets an extra half hour of sleep tomorrow."
With that everyone began to hurriedly master down the move, not wanting to end up like Chemo who was now watching Ghost out of the corner of his eye at every moment.
Ok I just wanted to remind everyone that this does take place in a fictional world, so because writing missions doesn't appeal to me, don't expect a mission any time soon. Also I seriously need opinions about what you guys would think if this story moved to M… and I mean seriously M. If you don't want this story to go that way, I really need you to review or message me. I don't want to upset any readers.