Disclaimer: I do not own Call of Duty, it belongs to Infinity Ward.

A/N: Thanks for all of the reviews, it made me happy.

To Ann: I agree with the passiveness of MacTavish, I imagined him to be like someone going down with putting up a real fight before surrendering to anything. But I think Ghost would be more sadistic than MacTavish, its just a feeling. And I also thought of MacTavish as a more dominant type than Ghost, but it just left a bad after taste. I've read a few fanfics where MacTavish tops, but it just doesn't feel right in my opinion. I tried to like it but my mind was just like 'No! MacTavish should be bottom!'. The image of MacTavish being bottom just strongly burned into my mind. And also the characters' personalities in my story would be like a remix of all the stories' characters' personalities I've read (I'm like a DJ!), since I've never played the game and don't know how they really are. Thanks for the review, I was happy that there was also a fan of Tinmeshi out there!

Chapter three - A Promise

The next few days the news about MacTavish having a woman over unfortunately reached his ears. All my efforts were in vein, curse them. He quickly denied that fact and the subject was immediately dropped. I thought for sure that MacTavish wouldn't ask for my help anymore but many days later he finally approached me. I actually would have expected him to be the shy and blushing type when he asks, considering the rumors going around the past few days, but he really exceeded my expectations. He asked me with pride like a real man would and invited me to his room that evening.

The day felt terribly long until the sun fully retired to sleep and giving the moon its spotlight. Finally its night time, I was getting excited but there were still a few hours to go before our little secret rendezvous. I spent my entire time cleaning my room, guns and stuff to waste time. And of course I considered taking a shower and making myself look and smell good, so that MacTavish wouldn't complain about me smelling strange when he clings on to me, like he did last time.

As the clock struck at zero hundred I entered his room. He knew that I was coming so he kept his door unlocked for me to come in directly. I locked the door upon entering and stared at his sitting body. No movement could be seen from his side. It was raining heavily outside and I think MacTavish just fell asleep from the calming sound of the water pouring outside. I approached him and called his name softly, I touched his shoulder to wake him up. But to my surprise he grabbed my hand and threw me on the bed, he was sitting on my stomach, his stronger hand pined both my hands above my head and his other hand choked my neck. He looked at me with his predator eyes. His eyes were scary and so cold, like a beast ready to devour its prey. I was stunned, I couldn't move nor say anything. So this is how his victims felt like, before they meet their ends. MacTavish really is a terrifying man. It sent shivers down my spine.

As my body sensed danger and the rush of adrenaline started to kick in, I was able to do things again. "MacTavish. Captain, its me." I tried to say. I struggled to escape his hands. He was a lot stronger than I originally thought. He was really choking me, it was getting harder to breath by the second. My vision was starting to get blurry.

"Ghost!" He loosened his grip on me immediately. He probably came back to his senses as he heard my voice. "Sorry." He apologized and cupped my face with both of his trembling hands. He bent down and placed his forehead against mine, his body unconsciously asking for forgiveness. "Sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you. I thought it was an enemy."

We stayed in our poses for a while. There was complete silence, only the rain outside could be heard. Well I couldn't blame him for reacting like that, after all he has been fighting in the front lines for many years. He has seen many dreadful things that this kind man does not deserves to see. The fear has simply driven him to be on high alert every time, no matter where he is, even inside the base where it is safe. This reflex might be very important on the battlefield but it is an interference with our everyday private lives.

I didn't know what to say to comfort him, so I laughed, lightening the mood. "Its not your fault that you're always so tense, Captain. Here, let me loosen you up." I smiled at him and caressed his cheeks. I was no good with emotions. I wasn't the type that you could consult your problems with, but I knew that was the only way I could be of any help to him.

I forced him into a kiss. He tried to break it but I held his head in place with my now free hands. He gasped for air through his mouth, most likely forgetting to breath from his nose. I took this opportunity and slid my tongue in. He let his tongue withdraw further inside. But that wouldn't stop me. I tilted my head a little to the side, deepening the kiss. His mouth tasted like toothpaste but with a slight mixture of cigar and whiskey. He wasn't fighting back anymore and he soon returned my kisses and his tongue began to play with mine. He was one hell of a good kisser, that MacTavish. He was much weaker against kisses than I thought he would be. I could feel his arousal pressing against mine from my lower half. I ground my crotch slowly against his, teasing him. I ended our kiss and gasped for air. MacTavish did the same too, he was blushing red from my sudden take of actions and he made an extremely erotic face, which turned me so on.

I rolled us over, exchanging our positions. Now I've got him where I wanted him to be. I removed his pair of boxers in one swift movement and took hold of his erection. I pumped him and kissed him all over. Sounds of pleasure escaped his mouth.

"Ghost, faster..." MacTavish pleaded me with his lustful eyes. Ah... yes, his eyes. Those beautiful deep blue eyes reminded me of the salty blue ocean. I can feel myself drowning in them.

I went faster and kissed him once again. Our tongues danced with each other in that heated moment. Lust is such a scary yet wonderful sin, it can change people in just a split second, even the mightiest ones like MacTavish. His mind was clouded. He wasn't thinking anymore, he was only following what his body wanted. He deeply carved for the sweet taste of pleasure.

He held onto me. "Ghost." He whispered my call sign with his husky, sexy Scottish accented voice in my ear. His breath felt extremely hot against my skin.

He just gave hand job a whole new definition with his amazingly appealing way of displaying it. Everything he does seems just so perfectly right to my eyes, mind and body. His movements were smooth and elegant like that of a dancing prima ballerina. His voice was soothing like that of an opera singer. His touches were like that of a masseur, relaxing and comforting. I could only imagine how he would be like when having sex. But even without the intimate sexual activity, I'm becoming addicted to his very existence. I am satisfied just seeing him like this, because I know we would never come to that point. Even if my love is one sided I will always continue on following and loving him until that day comes, where I will be shot through the heart and cease to exist.

"Ghost..." Once again he called out for me, he kissed me. "I'm coming." His body clenched around me.

He came. He breathed out a relieved sigh. Stress was most likely escaping his body and he felt more relaxed. I got off of him and sat beside his laying body. It was quiet once again. The rain outside got heavier and the room was occasionally lit when the lightning struck. The thunder created by the lightning outside is echoing through out the silent room.

"Hey, um... I'm sorry, Ghost." I was surprised to hear a sudden apology coming from him. What's going on through his head right now?

"For what?" I asked him, obviously curious.

"For... Well, you know." He faced me, staring at my eyes. "For troubling you and having ended up helping me, and for doing such a horrible thing to you a moment ago. I'm sorry."

I smiled. MacTavish can also be cute at some times. "Don't worry about it, MacTavish. Just because you are the Captain doesn't mean that you have to endure and carry your burdens all alone. Its alright if you depend on me some more. I actually felt happy when you asked me for my help."

He smiled back at me, he lifted his hand and gestured for me to come closer. I obediently leaned in, he grabbed my neck and with force he pushed me lower. With our mouths making contact, it soon turned into something more than just a normal peck on the lips.

MacTavish released me and looked me in my eyes. "When my hands have completely healed, I'll pay you the double back."

I smiled at him, not knowing what to answer. But I was really happy to have heard that. This may just be a chance to get a relationship with him started.

"Simon, thank you. For staying with me." He smiled brightly and innocently at me, just like a child thanking a person whom he received a present from. Ah... In moments like these that I wished I could just do anything to him. He's currently so defenceless, its like he's just begging to be fucked with. And that face of his, making such expressions, he surely knows how to make my heart beat crazy.

"You're welcome." I smiled. "But I really don't mind staying with you forever, after all you're someone special to me."

MacTavish laughed. He probably took it as one of my jokes again. Now that's just mean.

"Hey, don't laugh." I warned, but he did not see it as a threat. "I'm being serious here." I gave him another chance, but still no changes. I should teach this man a lesson and make him remember not to mess with me. I took hold of his Mohawk with my hand and forcefully pushed him deeper on to his bed. With my other hand I grabbed his face to hold him still and I kissed him in a rough way, making our teeth clash in the process. I bit his lower lip, hard enough to make it bleed. He groaned and pushed me away. He wiped the blood with his thumb and gave me a strange look.

I gave him a smug look in reply and leaned in closer to his ear. "I told you I was being serious, Captain." I whispered, making sure to make it sound like a challenge. I especially stressed the word Captain, making it easier to recognize.

"Fuck you, Ghost." He proceeded in sucking and biting his lower lip to stop the bleeding. He wasn't really angry, you could hear it clearly in his voice that hes not. He was a more playful man than you thought. MacTavish understands any kind of humour you throw at him. He is an amazing, almost perfect man. You can talk, laugh and cry about anything at anytime with MacTavish by your side. He takes good care of everyone and he is easy to get along with.

"Certainly with pleasure, my Captain." I replied.

He grinned. "Cheeky bastard." He threw his pillow at me with full strength. He hit me in my face real hard, but it didn't really hurt since it was only a soft pillow. We stared at each other and started to laugh. Thank god no one heard us, it was a good thing that it was stormy that night.

Afterwards we talked a bit and then I silently went back to my room to get my share of sleep. I looked at the clock, haven't realized that I spent three whole hours in his room just talking with him. Time surely flies faster when I'm with MacTavish.

Later that day, pretty much everyone asked MacTavish about what had happened to his lips. He told them that he bit it while eating. None of them really believed that because they knew very well how careful he is, but they just accepted it, not wanting to trouble the Captain any further with their useless questionings. I on the other hand was amused by his lie and chuckled the entire time when someone asked him. He seriously couldn't come up with anything better, he's not very creative. Occasionally he would give me glares when he heard me laughing, trying to shut me up but that didn't help much. I just continued, I really want to mess him up.